Sunday afternoon

Biasanya jam segini udah bisa dipastiin gw selalu pegang henpon ato telp rumah. Asiiiik ngobrol seakan2 dunia milik gw sendiri.
I know that I shouldn’t think and feel about it anymore. I know it’s over. But old habits or feelings (?) are really hard to die.
Gosh! Wondering what is he doing rite now. Is he ok?
Arrrrggghhhh….. cut him out from your life and heart piet!

I am so bloody desperate miss him. What the hell is he thinking!!!

Wondered around whether ‘martha’ is the one. Most likely yes. I can feel that. I hope this is wrong. But couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility.
Gonna hate her for the rest of my life *hatred is bad pipiet…. Hatred is bad…*

Cerita tentang dia kayak suara kaset rombeng di kuping gw ‘iya dibeliin CD karena dia suka dengerin musik dan di mobilnya ada CD player’ ato ‘dia sebenernya suka sama satu co tapi beda agama (Martha makan babi, jadi tebak2 aja agamanya apa). Nah pas dia curhat mas bilang aja kl emang dia suka dan sayang kenapa ga diterusin’ ato ‘pulangnya ya berdua. karena kan si XXX balik ke Jakarta pake naik kereta’. Semua tentang Martha….

Gw sebel! Icks…. Icks… kenapa sih air mata bisa ngalir sendiri tanpa bisa gw kontrol, menyebalkan. Semuanya jadi keliatan menyebalkan di mata gw.