weak and tired, felt like this whole place has sucked all the oxygen away from me. sometimes, a little breathless. but yeah i could still manage a giggle. cause i love funny people like you. cayang.. b. cayang. b again. b. b please don't get sick of me. sick i am, for three days straight. hmm are you pregnant? hurhur. not funny doc. how can anyone ever laugh about something so serious and totally uncalled for. i hate the p word. mommy uses it on me everytime i complain of migraine. your blood pressure is too low. how do i make it high then. hand. me. those. sleeping. pills. five hours to his place. we're gonna snap and snap and snap. kaka, please be nicer. animals and their sixth sense, they know you detest them. i don't know how to react to your jokes anymore. feels like that new girl all over again. i hope you still remember how i look like. cause three days without seeing you, i prolly look like shit. but i'm not judy garland. and you're not tony hancock baby. cause you're my waterloo. and i'll be your gypsy lane. i'm so glad we know just what to do. and exactly who's to blame. i love you, endlessly...



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