one month...
15jan until today...15febit is already one moth....
b4 this we still are frind but one month ago....
u told me this...
"we felt dun want b frenz with u..."
i was scare and sad...
i nvr finish listen to her word and i run away from tat place....
i try to make me not to cry in front of him...
but i almost cry.. and he let me go.....
i cry....i cry infront of them...
they cheer me up...and two day after tat i told to mush....she cheer me up....
one month....
our friendship star from 9 august and end on 15 january....it almost half year...
half year....what i felt?
dunno....but i felt scare....now...
i scare of them.....i scare to see them....i scare...
i saw one of them i scare to look at them....i run away....
i scare of it...
i m pretending tat i dun really care it...
but i feel tat sad...
when i listen one song i feel tat sad....
the memory still inside my brain...
last year tat time when we having trouble....
this song i alway listen...now when i listening this song i feel sad....
i still wish tat i can bfrenz with u...
last year u told me dun b frenz with b4...but after tat u say jz a missunderstand....
i should knew tat,at tat time....
i feel so sad,scare...i scare....i scare to do everything...i want go there,but i scare...
i want join the activiti but i scare....so i choose to join another team...
i go there i scare...
how i wish i can call u,,,
how i wish tat i still can asking u all question...
i wish tat.... wish...
but i scare...
scare of everything...
i scare...
everyday walk pass u and her house i will look at ur house and ur room...
how i wish tat can see u from there...
but i know tat i cant...but i still want to look at there...
she walk pass me...i pretend to cant see her...
coz i scare...i really scare of it...i scare iti dun want to destroy the best image of u in my heart...
three of u are beautiful,three of them are look nice eventot not tat handsome..
six of u are perfect....
doing everything very perfect...
eventot tat two of u have lie to me...
six of u still the best...
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