Its was so tired.
The last day was just 'til lunchtime but it felt like a whole day.
Cheering Cheering Cheering.
Committee Here Committee There.
And right here my mind says,
I have my phone in my pocket.
I take it out.
People would know I must be
replying or texting to you.
But what made day3 the longest and
tiring to go through,
Not only I'm going through it without you physically
for the three days,
I cant have you mentally on the last day ):
And right here,
my mind cursed a million curses.
I took my phone out on day3, but
truth is,
I cant text or call 'cause my prepaid disallow me.
My battery was totally, totally flat.
Why didnt I ughhhh, charge it!?
No I didnt forget.
I fell asleep holding my phone tight last night.
Holding it after I reply you with the lasts of my prepaid
on 4:44am.
And you know how pissed I am waking up to see your text came in 4:49am
but I was already asleep.
How lousy am I,
to not get to reply that text,
since its just 5minutes.
So I noticed I can still send a couple more.
"I purposely be insensitive ):"
This doesnt refer to what I said and told about whoever.
I meant by how you were shooting me emotionally, sarcastically,
about how stupid I was.
I didnt want a breakdown in camp.
So I tried so hard to apologise, BEG without having a breakdown
but it seems
whatever I say comes out wrong.
Whatever I say.
Backfired.
WHATEVER I SAID );
Journey home still without any contact to anyone,
obviously not to you too.
I never lived without a handphone and this happened on the day
I really needed it.
All throughout the busride, my mind's thinking about you.
It's your part to believe me but I swear its the hardest thing to go through.
where are you,
how are you,
shit she's pissed,
she must be texting me like crazy about how frustrated she is at me.
I must have said something so wrong again.
but.
maybe.
she'd understand why there's no replies from me to her.
I already told her my prepaid's dead.
I didnt tell her my phone's dead.
So partly its still my fault.
But I never. never share faults.
So all this. is my fault.
Have always been.
since the friggin' start of it all.
Finally I'm home, so eager. so eager to charge my phone
'cause I have no idea why I know,
But I know there'll be texts from you.
So excited even if its only incoming texts and I cant reply.
Rushed to the lift.
Down the stairs.
Ran home
Yet again, whether rushed or not,
no one witnessed it.
so no one would believe me.
But I know I rushed.
Flush of texts from you.
Its
ouch
ouch
ouch.
omg I said something wrong again.
see I just knew it.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Screw myself okay for my stupid words.
I didnt have the intention.
I DIDNT.
PLEASE.
I SWEAR.
I didnt):
I didnt, didnt have the intention to hurt you.
IT WAS ALL A MISTAKE.
I didnt meant to hurt you.
I didnt notice it until you mention it.
And I was like, OH
omg! shit.
But
part of me says,
Its really really nothing.
I'm just bored and I want you t know
whats going on so you wont be worried.
another part says,
Its really really nothing.
But ITS MY FAULT I'm so sorry I'm so careless enough.
you wouldnt even want to know whats going on yet about
the repetitive mentioning of a girl.
I didnt meant to hurt you, but I did hurt you ):
So now you friggin' hate me.
This is just what I feel.
And all the excitement of maybe meeting you somewhere is all gone.
'cause since what I felt was that you hate me now and seeing me would just makes things worse.
But there's another one too.
since what I felt was that you hate me now and not seeing me would just makes things worse.
you went jamming in SP if Im not wrong.
Thought of meeting you then after that revert back to
what I have to do today.
Or.
You dont hate me.
And now.
I just knew I said something wrong again on this post.
I just knew it.
All my hope is
that you'd be back happy to see me :/
I wish so.
'cause your texts are killing me inside out.
And I think I told you my confidence is pulled down to the end.
I think it went down even further.
'cause no matter what I try, no matter I say.
It just seem to screw up,
It just seem to something I shouldn't have said.
My eye sockets are a friggin' water tap.
A tearful cry is painful.
But when the mind cries.