CRY YOUR DAMN SELF A RIVER

Wet.

Watery.
Sticky cheeks.
Blurry vision.
Red eyes.
Runny nose.
Ugh.

I wonder why I'm so 'rich' with tears lately. Perhaps, crying helps ridding the burdens I'm carrying.
And I just couldn't despise people. And so I hate being an innocent.

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Mira called me earlier and said "Kte nak bagitau sesuatu ni, tapi jangan terkejut pulak", and the only person in my mind was D. So, many random things played in my mind at the moment, like, did he do something wrong? Or was D with a girl? Or whatsoever it was gonna be. The only thing I could do was breathing before hearing the news Mira was about to tell.

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FALSE. Wasn't about D. But K. (Okay I'm sorry there's too many
I-substituted-names-with-alphabets thingo but this is to keep them anonymous).
So there were two parts I can divide them into.
The first part. I know this would happen but never thought it was gonna be this fast.
Second part. Okay this. This is the heart-exploding part. K is (I suppose this is suitable) a playboy? My bones! Hahahaha. Yeah, but it's no joke. He really is one. I'm not expecting anything from him though. As you wish K, live your life as you pleased. I'll still be your friend. :)

* I'm way too good, kan? XD
- not good enough, Fatihah. Not good enough