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a letter from me
i have a good friend, i mean a great friend that teaches me everything i never think of. but, after that day, everything is falling a part. its hurt to know the truth. well, the truth is hard. u did broke my heart that day, but the hurting part is not that, the hardest part is to know that i am hurting u for all those years. how can i forgive myself, after what i've done 2 u.
as we already know, u and i came from different world, different background and different everything. the thing that bought me to u is we came from the same place. that's it. and there r people asking ' how can u 2 be together?' i said donno... and now i know. u entered my world. u follow my way. and i let u. thats y we can b together. and i never think of it. thanks for that.
i never ever had an intention to treat u like a punching bag or mock the way u study. i am sorry. i taught u r loud, happy, hardcore person. instead, u r also sensitive, soft and caring inside. i forget that u may also a lady... everyone has their own way of study, me myself also do what u did. i am not clever or fast learner, i juz genius. hehehe.. kidding. i don have any idea that u were offended by me. i never think that i am the person that hurt u the most. (ouchhhh...) u never say a word that ur hurt....
i had no idea that i've been burden u with all my things. u need to cheer me up, motivated me, give advices, and i don remember the others. and i like it. i like all the attentions. but, things will not b the same, coz u had to lie to make sure i'm ok. and i cant live with that. its too long, u keep ur feeling too long. i taught, we friends, good friends. u can say anything u want. but why now? why don u juz scream at me when i'm hurting u? y u must lie and pretend... it does make me want to do more. coz i donno that i'm hurting u. and i don blame u for all this. i blame myself coz din realize all these things in the first place.
btw, am i hot tempered? yes, everyone knows that. but shooting people, i donno. but i cant say i din, coz i do. sometimes, i don even know i did it. in school, i am different than now, people change, i changed with the environment. i'm rebelling. i am sorry if u got shot. i taught u can handle all the shooting i'd thrown at u (intentionally or not). sometimes, u shot me 2. but i juz don care. except the last one, i care.
after that day, i'm afraid to be with u, i'm afraid if i'll hurt u again, its hurt to know when my love one hurts. i may have no value to u, but u r one of the most valuable thing for me. u taught me to say no, be confident, and many things that never come across in my mind. and not to forget, gossip ;). and i appreciate it. u try so hard to follow my way. and u r good. i never taught that i am so hard. u r different, coz u enter my world instead i entered others. thats y u cant stand me as i cant stand others.
i maybe a bit different, cause i'm still put my pieces together after u blew it with ur bazooka that day. and i want to thank you for everything u had given me and i am so sorry for everything that i've done. i cant say it in front of u, cause i'm suck at speech. and u know that. and i know there are hikmah for all what happen. i'm juz glad to know.
p/s: i'm still new with the gun, and sometimes, it feels gud to have a gun.
as we already know, u and i came from different world, different background and different everything. the thing that bought me to u is we came from the same place. that's it. and there r people asking ' how can u 2 be together?' i said donno... and now i know. u entered my world. u follow my way. and i let u. thats y we can b together. and i never think of it. thanks for that.
i never ever had an intention to treat u like a punching bag or mock the way u study. i am sorry. i taught u r loud, happy, hardcore person. instead, u r also sensitive, soft and caring inside. i forget that u may also a lady... everyone has their own way of study, me myself also do what u did. i am not clever or fast learner, i juz genius. hehehe.. kidding. i don have any idea that u were offended by me. i never think that i am the person that hurt u the most. (ouchhhh...) u never say a word that ur hurt....
i had no idea that i've been burden u with all my things. u need to cheer me up, motivated me, give advices, and i don remember the others. and i like it. i like all the attentions. but, things will not b the same, coz u had to lie to make sure i'm ok. and i cant live with that. its too long, u keep ur feeling too long. i taught, we friends, good friends. u can say anything u want. but why now? why don u juz scream at me when i'm hurting u? y u must lie and pretend... it does make me want to do more. coz i donno that i'm hurting u. and i don blame u for all this. i blame myself coz din realize all these things in the first place.
btw, am i hot tempered? yes, everyone knows that. but shooting people, i donno. but i cant say i din, coz i do. sometimes, i don even know i did it. in school, i am different than now, people change, i changed with the environment. i'm rebelling. i am sorry if u got shot. i taught u can handle all the shooting i'd thrown at u (intentionally or not). sometimes, u shot me 2. but i juz don care. except the last one, i care.
after that day, i'm afraid to be with u, i'm afraid if i'll hurt u again, its hurt to know when my love one hurts. i may have no value to u, but u r one of the most valuable thing for me. u taught me to say no, be confident, and many things that never come across in my mind. and not to forget, gossip ;). and i appreciate it. u try so hard to follow my way. and u r good. i never taught that i am so hard. u r different, coz u enter my world instead i entered others. thats y u cant stand me as i cant stand others.
i maybe a bit different, cause i'm still put my pieces together after u blew it with ur bazooka that day. and i want to thank you for everything u had given me and i am so sorry for everything that i've done. i cant say it in front of u, cause i'm suck at speech. and u know that. and i know there are hikmah for all what happen. i'm juz glad to know.
p/s: i'm still new with the gun, and sometimes, it feels gud to have a gun.
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