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fucked.

Fuck. Just when I thought things would be all so fine. I was fuckin wrong all these while then.

Pretty mad this morning while playing football. Tackling, ok maybe more like sweeping the opposing players off their feet, just to get the ball into our possession, that just isn't so me. I was all fine yesterday watching the guys get mad at each other. But today, it's my turn to let my steam out. We didn't lose any games at all, what a difference from yesterday. Totally owned the shit out of those lousy bastards.

Been to Kelvin's house after to wait for Chris to get changed and head off to play some LAN over at TP. We lost so badly in dota guys, we were all so inexperienced. Colin's getting addicted to it, well .. don't be to into it coz you've got to pass this year or else ... Yeah, so fucking study hard and get an O level cert.

I'm guessing this time it's for real and not me being paranoid. I'm out of your life now I guess. Is it? Not as if you would say no. I thought you said you would be there for me always. Why are you doing this then? Fuck, maybe it's just me. Alright it's my fault, I'm sorry. Yeah. I throw my words around and I can't give you a reason. Sounds familiar? I know how the song "Only One" came about now. How they felt writing it, coming up with the words and all the shit they had to be in.


Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason
I feel so broken up ....

“fucked.”