When I thought everything went well. All kind of 'subjects' came out. Made me sad that what I wanted and had most things planned out didn't happen. Disappointed but its ok. When everything was all good, you made me think that you wanted things to be bad. But I won't let this pull me down. I won't fail this time. I think what I have typed is enough but trust me, there are pages and pages to be written. Guys don't be calling me gay and shit cos' you damn right you've had this feeling before.
And Wahidah, I am starting to like you more and more ok.
