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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.

04 May 2006 | 7:21:00 PM
S.O.S

What wrong did I do?
How am I suppose to know when no one tells me?

You've said I've changed.
They've said I've changed.
But did I changed for the better? No..

They said I'm a male version of a bitch.
Do I act like a slutty bitch to you?
What wrong did I do to accept such comments?

Life have not been good to me lately.
And you've been making it worse.

And you, _______.
I know you have a good partner.
One that can cherish and love you.
One that I can never replace.
I hope you're happy, I know you are.

Please don't bother about me.
I'm happy to see that you're getting along well.
I wish both of you the best of luck.

And to you from me.
Well I've been bitching aren't I?
Like what you said, I excuse myself cause I can't help being one that people are jealous about.
You are just one fat slut made up of your mum's chest hair.