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Friday, June 17, 201112:49 PM

It has been a crazy week and it's only friday.


things i have never done has already been done. like watching movie in the afternoon with one of my girlfriend. she had a date with her boyfriend that evening and i didn't wanna be home late, sneaking in and waking up at 11am at friend's room was abit crazy, all in the same day. even though my bed may be bigger than yours and maybe more comfortable than yours, i still prefer to be sleeping in your room and worst, i didn't shower and didn't bring extra clothes and so, i had to just sleep with my undies. i bet i smell of expired coffee. as often as i would like to do it again (i had it all planned in my head that i had to bring extra clothes and to shower), i have to discipline myself. my mom freaked out when she realized i had been out the whole night.


how do you tell a guy who likes you that you are not interested? no matter how nice he may be, the feeling for him just isn't there. maybe because he is my past boyfriend's friend and i have been friends with him over 3 years and i had been there for him when he needed me. but, things change. i change. i'm not the girl he knows 3 years ago. i won't say i am more matured compared to 3 years ago. but i definitely have change. i wouldn't want to make the same mistake.