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Thursday, February 14, 2008

You left me sleepless nights.

Seriously I still can't believe I gave that chance a miss! Even though there wasn't much I could do (or think of) at that particular time, still I didn't do anything or made a move!
Wtf, wtf.

I kept dreaming, and dreaming about when that day would come just to wake up feeling really empty.


To ask her out?
or not to?


Being inferior kills, why did God ever create this feeling. =(



4:49 AM