A Simple Thing Called Love

tdae was terrible.
cramps were killing me man.
i was sitting down in the train all the way.
then cabbed to sch.
we were so freaking late tdae.
and then i was kinda scared during assembly.
Hydrogen was apparently "creating an image for herself" by scaring pple.
haha. but if you think abt it aft that, its kinda cool larh.
lessons were spent in pain.
ms azlin didnt come tdae. -rolls eyes.
i didnt really think abt the cramps larh.
i was eagerly anticipating the wash.
at 0315, i saw her at the usual place.
i didnt even wear my shoes man.
i sprinted to class, packed up and left.
by then, she left.
i was so sad man.
really really wanted to wash.
plus its hol tmrw.
called her and asked her abt it larh.
she had some work to do..
i wanted to complain and complain and let it all out.
but i didnt wanna bother her.
as much as i dont wanna disturb her, i think i shd think abt myself too.
i mean, how long am i gonna be living this way?
every weekend, i feel the pain and longing for her.
what the fck is wrong in msging/calling, you tell me.
haiz, its really pointless talking abt it larh.
for one, im never gonna pluck up the courage to tell her that.
and neither does she read my blog nowadays.
so its pointless.
anw, on a lighter note, i was taking several tests juz now.
and this one is so freaking true larh.
it really reflected a lot of things.
feel free to try it pple.

http://www.secret-loves.com/index.php?test=573481

till then, chaoz.

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