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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The only person I will never get sick of to plan for random meetups and stupid outings,

would be Kucing @ryshafoxx

Always we plan meet early morning but we lil piggies will not wake up on time!

TSK

I can never be a better person and say that I wouldn't change a single thing about my past.

Say that it has made me be a better person or a wiser idiot or something along those lines.

I can never be the better person who won't laugh at my sisters when they get scolded by dad or mum.

I can never be the better person.

So this is the truth.

I regretted every single thing in my past regarding you.

I will probably regret publishing this the moment's damage's been done.

But I can never bring myself to delete this or hide this.

I've hidden it for too long, from myself even.

I regret making mistakes I regret going each and every extra mile to make you and only you happy.

I regret thinking that we could prove people wrong by saying that my first will be my last.

That the firsts do lasts.

I regret thinking we could take on the world together.

I regret thinking we could, against all odds, be together.

I regret thinking together, we would have the power to change things.

How utterly humbling.

How utterly selfish Ive been.

How utterly painful.

I'm not and prolly will never be a better person.

But i know if i could, i WOULD change my past.

For some, the first and last.

For most, the first never lasts.

Goodbye you.

Goodbye us.

Goodbye. Me.