that fucking liar.

so once again i had broken down this evening. in my private little sanctuary, as always.

i hit my head at an edge today, and it made a sickening thud. it still hurts, i hit like, the side of my forehead. i dont know what the hell happened, one second i was staring at D-cube's picture and the next i was crouching by my desk with my head in my hands.

idiot. most Moronest Moronic Moron in the world. if only that incident had made me lose my memories or something. kalaulah, kalaulah aku terlibat dalam kemalangan yang menyebabkan aku tidak menyedari diri langsung. (once again, chey Melayu sey)

sigh, but really.

it's been two months. not that i'm counting. but yeah. this sucks. Cousie is right, i can't be alone or i'd start thinking of all the wrong things, things i shouldn't be thinking, or to summarize my thoughts: the wrong person to be thinking of.

THAT FUCKING LIAR!

HE SAID, HE SAID TO ME ON THE NIGHT WE GOT ATTACHED. HE SAID, "BELIEVE IT OR NOT I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU AGAIN." AND THEN HE HUGGED ME, AND I DID, I DID BELIEVED HIM.

HE LIED .

he fucking lied to me! somebody should just take a knife and stab it through his heart. he's done so to mine so many times, but that's metaphorically. someone should let him go through it physically, maybe i should let E'indah do the honour.

the day i wear my white specs in public again, will be the day all Hell breaks loose. i promise you.

that fucking liar. he's going to die.