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boo.

my name's zoe lee (:

currently studying business economics and finance in NOTTINGham.

i'm 21! goin' on the big TWO-TWO :D
and i'm from kuching!

I think I am pretty normal for a nineteen year old. I fall down a lot, laugh a lot, hide a lot of things from people and all those other things.

What about you?

Psalm 23 ♥


You can mail me at:
zoegal@hotmail.com
faith.life.zoe@gmail.com
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put ur dingdong in the ayer
-Hui Na

If you HATE me then God bless you (:

Saturday, December 22, 2012
i knew you were trouble.

Want to know what hurts the most?
It's the fact that you never mentioned anything at all.
You made everything seemed so normal and alright when in actual fact nothing was okay. 
I would have liked a warning first, thank you very much. 
At least treat me a little colder or you could have at least hinted to me that something wasn't going right. 
Or maybe you did.
I don't know. I don't want to know anymore. 

I have never felt so used.
All those months, while I continued to care, continued to fall even deeper, you were long gone.
Those moments that we shared, were they ever special to you at all? Did they mean anything at all?

I don't think I am immature.
I think the way you dealt with our relationship was immature.
I don't think I've ever been so hurt in my whole life. 
Not when he hit me. Not when he pushed me down the stairs.
No, not even close.

I trusted you, dude. 
I really did.
You were the first person to break through that barrier of mine. 
I told you all my fears, my dark side.
And you walked away.

I now know what not to do.

Thank you. 

Wednesday, December 05, 2012
here is gone.

I need you.
I miss you.
I want you.
I want you to want me too.
I want you to care for me like you used to.
I want to hold your hand.
I want to hug you.
I want to cry on your shoulders.
I want you to carry me.
So many wants.
Yet, none can ever be fulfilled.

None at all.