Category : Diary/Journal

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Wow am totally excited about writing today, starting my office making my dream happen. Too bad waibi don't freaking have a few seconds to
Give a damn. That this is my chance to make it happen.
I wish he cared.
Wish he loved me.
But wishing is for children on Christmas eve. And I got to face that I fell for a man who don't care about my dreams or me. Cause writing to me is like breathing. Putting words together is my joy and sense of being. Why can't he see that. Or does it not matter to him.