I don't need you anymore? Perhaps so. Because you not sparing time for me forced me to get used to being alone again. So what if I need you. You don't even bother yourself with fulfilling my needs. Whatever happened to the birthday trip to some newly built restaurant. If your answer's 'If I didn't love you, then why would I even cry for you', then mine would be 'vice versa girl.Vice versa.' Whatever happened to the promised house visit, umbrella still hung at the window by the door waiting for your arrival. Whatever happened to our 4th month. Whatever happened to us. I guess you were correct all the way right from the start. You were spot on right from the beginning, during the harbourfront return trip. It's all because of me, I know. I apologise for that. Perhaps it's too late to apologise. I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start. I know I did, and sorry for that.
I just screwed your life.Oh wait. I only screwed your life before and during the O levels period. You'll be living happily and partying all the way now that you're free. Go girl. It's your turn to get on the dancefloor. Nobody can stop you from jumping onto the stage and dancing. Nobody can pull you away from your friends again because they want to have a meal with you after school or something. Nobody can make you cry and sleep late anymore. Nobody can make you so angry and sore from calling other people 'sweets' anymore. Nobody can do stuff that would affect you anymore. I'm done with being that. Please make the ending a good one by coming up to me and telling me that it's over first at the chalet, because I don't think I can do it. But I guess I have to, or I'll still feel shitty again, from all the neglect-ions and non-sparing time with me. To your future boyfriends, you should really tell them that you're a girlfriend on low maintenance. Good that you've got the since-life-has-to-go-on,why-be-sad idea. Guess the taxi fare from prom to home was the last thing I could do for you as your guy, if you even treated me as yours on that day.
And to Nigel, good luck sweets. You know you can still work on yours. And I'm always here for you. You can take the both-sides-are-partying-individually-and-leave-the-relationship-stale thing. I can't. I tried. I really did. I even did with a slap on my face and tears flowing. But I just can't do it. For I know. And my girlfriend has to know. That,
I'm a boyfriend on high maintenance.The end is near. This is the grand finale. And so will it be the end of this blog. Although some parts were on my life, this was dedicated to her from the start. Let it all come to an end.
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