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Love Me Less, But Love Me Longer

 

Hi, I'm NISH.
twiiisted twenteen
The Havoc Queen.
either your angel or your devil.
&no, im not born to please you.


Sunday, September 5, 2010 @ 5:34 PM


"& maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces & starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope."

Fuck it. Our fights are so damn pointless. You can club, while i cant. Yes, i know why cos youre afraid that when im drunk shit happens. Like shit doesn't happen when you club. When i was fucking drunk my friend was there &she handed me over to you. When you were fucking drunk, you took a cab over to clarkequay to find me on your own without a phone (cause yr batt died). WTF were the friends thinking letting you off after 18 tequila shots huh?! Now you understand why i hate your friends.. Cause they are totally dumb. -_-

Then, you give me a curfew at midnight when im out with my guy friends. EXCUSE ME! My guy friends have been with my since how many frigging years. &they are not like your so called girl friends who fucking have feelings for you& are not ashamed to blog abt it. Seriously dude, dont you ever dare compare my friends with yours. My friends are just friends. We do not have feelings for one another, unlike yr fucked up friends. I dont know why my bf has to have female friends who have all either fallen for him before or worst, still in love with him. FML!

&other fights abt your stupid habits. zzz. im so sick of yr smoking, drinking, whatsoever-ing. omg, remind me again, why am i even attached to you. tsk. this is why i dread relationships. if you weren't my bf i wont care abt anything. fuck it. hopefully you will mature up& be more responsible. (lol as if im maturd& responsible, but im still way better than you, ass)