Blerrrrrrr, FML.
I'm so sick of my parents arguing and shit. This is the longest they've stopped talking to eachother and I'm getting a little bit worried. Mum chucked a tantrum before.. I'm not in the mood.
PV isn't talking to me. I don't think I did anything wrong. It's something small, why is he taking it so seriously? He told me not to turn small things into a big deal. I'm over the fact that he left the party I was at to go to his friends - not really - but I understand where he had to be. I do now, anyway. Texted him yesterday to see where he was because I was stranded at Inala at 11pm - taxi took one hour to come - and he didn't reply. He hasn't texted me at all today and he was also meant to take me to Korean BBQ as a birthday dinner that he owes me. CANCELLED.
Cried my eyes out. Gone crazy, on the floor. If it isn't enough drama happening at home, I don't think I need more shit.
PV, I'm tired. It hurts me writing this. We are NOTHING but "good friends" as you say and I respect that. It doesn't matter if you don't feel the same way as I do, just as long as I know you're always going to be here for me like I will be for you..
djhfaskdfhs I'm giving you everything but I'm getting nothing in return. It's not something I usually do and I feel so stupid right now.
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This is the third Sunday in a row I've cried and I don't want to anymore. Out of these Sunday's, Ernie has always been there for me to help cheer me up.
He's always there for me. He tries so much.
I don't see him in any other way than a friend right now but I wish I could see him more than that.
I made my decision tonight. PV, you forgot dinner. I will forget you now.
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Wendy Tran
November 29, 1990
Home is where the heart is
LNY TNZ - Till it hurts
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