my friend whom i know is close to me.
says im a player.
why do everyone have that image.
i definately have not been in so many relationships to be called a player for sure.
and why of all my friend who has been with me since pri school.
i've already been feeling fucked up enough.
i wish i can just take it in my stride.
but it is never easy.
yesterday night was fucked up...
as i teared myself to sleep ugh.
i guess im still that weak inside.
here i am.
on the worst day of my life.
i miss you more.
whenever i think about you.
i've been thinking.
to go crooked.
or maybe castrate.
to stop all my sorrows.
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