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Sunday, July 6, 2014

Attention.

When you not giving her your attention, someone else will.

So true. Feeling so shitty and crappy right now and all I need is some nice encouraging words/attention but what to do, the attention I received is forever not from you first but someone else.

That someone who can sense that I'm having a bad mood and finding ways to make me laugh. All I want is that mild attention from you. Is it that hard to ask for? How can you even not sense it? Or when you even started to sense it, it's too late already, I'm over it. Sighpies.