5 months. That's how long ago we first met. That's how long we managed to enjoy each other. I'm surprised we even got this far. I think you were part of the Universe's integral plan to help me get out of an engagement that wasn't meant to be, and for that...i thank you. :)
This isn't an ode to you (yeah, knowing how fucking perasan you are...you'd think this was a shrine for you kan) but if, for some weird reason you ACTUALLY stumble upon and read what i write, then at least it'll help you understand what i feel/ think/ do.
Babe, you were a prick that day. You shouldn't have thrown my ciggies out the window (and ok fine, maybe i shouldn't have said, "FUCK.YOU!" quite so harshly either). But dude, you were laying on the unwanted sarcasm pretty fucking thick! I think, out of all the "Fuck you-s" and "Screw you-s" we ever said to one another (jokingly or otherwise), this particular one was probably your best deserved one. You're an idiot. You're an idiot for not understanding Malaysian culture/ rules/ norms, and an even BIGGER idiot for not respecting what i didn't wanna do. Those close to me would know what happened at this point but for the rest, trust me...he should have respected my wishes. I wasn't giving attitude...I gave courtesy. And if your foreign ass can't see that, then TOO. FUCKING. BAD!
So, watever. Great timing Babe. You got what you want. We got sick of each other and now you're free to chase pussy as you please. And CONGRATZ. I now, officially don't care anymore.
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