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# 200

Monday, May 3, 2010 { 10:52 PM }

I had a pretty heartbreaking dream in the afternoon just now and 'she' appeared. Well, she wasn't really there but somehow, I knew that she was involved. I'm trying to avoid paranoia and pessimism. Well, I just can't. She kept appearing a few times before. I hate this feeling and it's making me feel so gloomy. In the past, I saw this silver chain with a tag pendant Love was wearing. I wanted to see what was being carved on it, but he didn't allow me to. Maybe because his ex-girlfriend gave him or something. Till now, I don't know a single shit about it.

So, in my dream, the silver chain turned out to be a gift from her. He was wearing it when we were together. Who wouldn't get mad? So, I took it away from him and went to a big field. Sometimes, dreams can be weird. Suddenly, I was holding another silver chain that was given by his mother. I threw the two of them as far as I could in the middle of the field. Love hurried to the middle of the field and looked for the one his ex gave. Suddenly, his mother appeared out of nowhere and scolded me for throwing away the silver chains. I just walked off and ignored. The next scene, I was punching him in the face.

See? It's making me feel so gloomy whenever I think about the dream. Well, you guys didn't know what happened in March right? If you check out my March archives, I was on a short break from the start of the month. On our fourth month, which fell on the first day of the month, something bad happened and I swear it was super heartbreaking. Lies, so many lies. Nineteen years old? Turned out to be a fucking fifteen. Working? Turned out to be a student. What's worse? Love was contacting with her on the fucking month we just got fucking together. That is why whenever 'she' appears in my dreams, I become paranoid and will think badly of him. He did gain my trust back now but having this kind of dreams make me feel so horrible. If you're wondering who is 'she', she's Love's ex-girlfriend. Till now, I do still hate her even though it happened in the past. I know I'm mean, but I don't know why. Once I hate that person, it's quite difficult for me to like him or her.

Oh God, I'll be sitting for the Social Studies paper tomorrow and I've not started revising. For English, I guess I only need to memorize the format. I'm going to start revising right after this. Actually, I'm supposed to start revising right now. But, I just miss blogging. Many things happened during the day. Good thing, I'll be attending school tomorrow and Thursday. Isn't that great?

So yesterday, I spent the day with Love and on Saturday, I spent the day with my beloved girl. We celebrated our sixth month and it was my treat this time. We ate at Ramen Ten and headed to Arab Street for a hookah session. Alright, shall not elaborate more. Time is precious.