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15 February 2010 11:50


I miss Fiz. It's been almost a month I think since we talked. If he still doesn't want to talk to me after his birthday, I'll call it quits. He'll no longer be a bestfriend, not even a friend. We'll just be acquaintances. Bu I'll miss him, for sure.

He meant so much to me. The friendship meant so much to me. But it seems it doesn't matter at all to him. I'm tired of facing with all these crap with men. They've proven me that they're sucha pain and waste of time. Even dad. Wait, does he even deserve to be called that?

Yesterday I cried cause I was too dissapointed with my dad. I was real slighted. I just can't bring myself to talk about it. It just hurts. It's not about the money. I don't care if you stop giving me money. It's just...

Whatever. Bye.









Nisa, 18, Republic Poly
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