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Friday, April 1, 2011


Annoying orange(rayne) so cute awwwwwwww. Now I can't wait to really grow up and have a baby of my own. Omgxzxz. So freaking adorable. But all this, can wait. (: I must have the time of my life first because i'm turing 18 in 48hours. How great is that!
Truly Sorry.


I'm like a damsel in distress. I am not going to admit that I am truly filial to Nasri. Not every girl will stay true forever. It seems that I have misused the trust given to me, not realising how much power he has to actually leave me hanging. I know that I am ultimately flirty but I just can't help it. Still, one thing for sure, I am aware that I truly love him and no one else can replace him. Half of the time, I am unsure of what I am doing. Curiosity leads me to take advantage of him. Sigh. To confess something, is not always easy. Confessions of what I have done behind him, brings me to the edge of the tallest mountain ready to plunge into the whirlpool of mishaps. I am not really good at keeping secrets especially keeping from the one that I really love. I will start feeling guilty after a while, leading to finally telling all the lies I've created that not only betrayed our love but destroyed us. I've deceived you. No doubt is Nasri one hell of a perfect boyfriend. He loves, cares, understands and fulfills almost every single thing that I expect from a close to perfect boyfriend. He means the world and my love for him is everlasting. I am so sorry for creating more tension between us. Yesterday I felt too guilty to be lying to such a wonderful person until I let those mischievous secrets slip out from my tongue. I felt much better after telling but I never knew how much it affected him as a human. I am utterly upset with myself. I am to be blamed for putting our relationship on the rocks and i am the cause of a betrayed relationship. I cried, I apologised, I promise, Im sorry boyfriend please I will change. He put aside all the unpleasant lies and gave me a chance. A chance too many, a chance that takes a lot of effort to give. I'm sorry sweetheart. Control me for all you want, I promise to start being loyal to you. You are so forgiving and the best ever. I'll make it all up to you. I love you.