i'm so drained. seriously the phrase 'all cried out' suits me now. i'm upset but my eyes remain dry. i hate looking into mirrors whenever i cry coz the whites of my eyes have become red. Even now there's still streaks of angry red.
i really am happy that michelle's sticking by me through this. i think she must be so sick of the drama but she rolls her eyes and happily accompany me or chat with me. and she's thrilled to have unearthed the fahrenheit supporter in me. hahhaa. or maybe she's sick of it since i make happy squealing noises whenever i see jiro, especially in leather. hahahha. =x
plunge straight to the heart.twist the knife.half-dead,and yet all you dois torture me.i hate how you affect me.
what we could have been, 8:45 pm.