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Monday, September 13, 2010

i've always regretted doing things.

but they say, have no regrets. because at the point in time when you made the decision to do something, that decision was the best decision you thought you've made.

& technically that's true, because i always fail to foresee the consequences. come to think of it. maybe if we kept a further distance, everything will be much better. maybe if i could make him pissed at me (or something along that line), all would be much easier.

or maybe i should just delete him off msn, fb and phone. highly impractical, but highly effective imo. i'll regret it when i walk home alone at night, but it's for the best, no?

HOW DO YOU HOLD ON TO SOMEONE YOU'VE NEVER MET.