I'll say it out.
Richard, I really miss you, so much.

So much of my thoughts are dedicated to you. It seems queer that you're no longer part of my life despite you once were in my life. It feels stupid, yet smart. Get the drift? Screw it, Claise. No one will get it. It's stupid to dedicate thoughts to someone who is no longer you but smart to be still dedicating thoughts. Stupid but Smart. SBS. Singapore Bus Service. Singapore Bull's Shit. Singapore Borned Shitty. Whatever.

Anyhow. I'm still angry at a lot of people. Freaks.

Kenneth - My fucking 100 bucks. Return it or you'll effing pay.
Haikal - My book or pay back 32 dollars.
Audrey - My book or pay back.
Wati - My CDs or I'll hentam you.
Siti - My manga books back, thank you or starting forking out 7.90 x 4 and pay on the spot. And Marina's MP3, thank you very much.

I should impose fines, honestly speaking. Fucked up. -_-!

Otherwise, screw those people noted as "friends". Be responsible, people. Stop being jerks and not return stuffs. It's fucking irritating. Great goofs. >.>!

I felt like pouring my heart contents out. But GAH! -_-! 12.19am! What the hell. -_-!

I want to be loved yet at the same time, I don't want to be loved. GET IT? I want people to love me. But I always end up ignoring those catchable dreams and always do the impossible. Go -effing- figure out. I want everything. I want the guy who can be my lover and at the same time, be my enemy. Someone who can really teach me what the hell love is. Someone who can teach me...

THAT I CANNOT SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM.

Let that someone appear, I plead to thee, oh God.

Labels: I miss you Richie, so much. A forgotten dream.