Today, I had a very big disappointment in X. No words can replace how I feel. That conference call woke me up. I am just a substitute after all. Why should I bother so much? And that everything is written on that beetch's face. Just that you can't see it, while everyone else can. But don't worry, this time round, I won't put my heart on my sleeve anymore. And that you can't see through me :)
ps/ I didn't know Dion Chan was kind after all. :B
ps/ I didn't know Dion Chan was kind after all. :B