Great.

I don’t really like to do this kind of blog accusations here and there. But I have this burning desire to make my voices heard.

I don’t know if you’ll read this but what the heck.

I’m sorry if I’ve misinterpreted your intent.

I’m sorry if I’ve misread your entry.

I’m sorry that things turned out this way.

I’m sorry that I don’t understand what you’re driving at.

I will never know the real reason behind all these fed-ups and disappointments.

I didn’t mean to be a party pooper. I was too tired working from 9am till 11pm. And I don’t club either.

It’s not because my gf said she’s tired and then I’m like a dog that sniffs her ass and follow her home.

Either way you can brand me as a party pooper, I’m used to it.

You want to back off, so be it. I can’t go on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. Because you refuse to accept me and my new found life.

But you’ll always be my best-est, most truthful bud I’ve ever had. I’ll always be there praying for your good health and best endeavors.

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