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nostalgia.

disclaimer! :D

WHEEEE!

you're at: www.myperfectlies.blogspot.com
the Ms is: Melissa Ng
started since: 05-12-1991
contents: diary

sentimental.

about yourself!
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LOVES!

shopping,clothes,shoes,books,twilight;D edward cullen, and my dearest cousin !<3

HATES!

Loads and loads and mountains of mountains of homework!! school! D: WISHES! Get straight or curvy "A" for studies :D

ChatAboutIt;D.

HearThis!


First Love - Utada Hikaru

leave.

CREDITS!

By chantel
Base Code & Inspiration pride.avenue:D
Images introvertevent welder bora
Lyrics Avril Lavigne's When You're Gone

ARCHIVES!

December 2008
January 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Things can never go back to the way they were, no?

If I hurt you, I'm sorry.

You hurt me deeper than you’d imagine.

I’m sorry for the way things turned out; it never was my intention for things to become this way. But it’s too late isn’t it?

I really wanna know, do you resent me?

Cause I resent everything.

Quietly, just like the breeze who will never come back to the same place again.

For you to say that, it took a lot of courage, no?

And I know your views are echoed. That hurt even more.

Forgive me, there are things I cannot say.


10:38 PM
A sentimental yearning.