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

15 June 2008 | 11:29:00 AM
Baby

(Written at 2.00am)
I think I get it.
The problem didn't lie with them.
All this while, I was the problematic one.
Messaging R just now stirred something inside me.

How could I be so cruel, so heartless?
There, in front of me, is one beautiful person who loves me more than anything else.
And I've been doubting the love, the relationship since it began.
I am truly one stupid, heartless air-headed jerk!

God, please help me.
Take me away from this world if you may.
Because I don't deserve the life you gave to me.
To question your gift of love to me is my most sinful act in life.
I've no heart for a human being.

I'm sorry for disappointing you, R.
Over and over again.
I wish we could start over.
But do I deserve to be loved by such a person like you in the first place?

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