I now officially feel a sense of having a secondhand heart because of him. Secondhand? It's like, when he does something, I feel it. IT'S REALLY TRUE. Like when I saw him walking by himself, ALONE, it scarred my heart. FCUK I'm so cheesy! I'm the queen of all the queens of cheesiness.

The title is quite easy to read but it has that corresponding perplexed meaning that only myself can explain well. I ain't gonna explain it though. Why? I don't know. I just don't feel so comfortable enough to let anyone know what I really really feel. BUT HEY, I'M NOT EMBRACING DRUGS, I NEVER AND WILL NEVER TRY ONE.

So yeah, you get the point of the title. Yes, it's about Refuse Or Embrace Drugs.

LIKE I SAID, I don't care if he hates me or not. Seriously, even if he tells me to go away and all, I don't really care. WTF, I like him, so what? He can never ever take that away from me. Even if he changes, I'll still like him.


EVEN IF HE SAYS MEAN THINGS ABOUT ME? Yes.

What happened that night (Oct 17, 2008) is yet so memorable and I just can't forget his smile, voice and his attitude. He was so amiable, goofy, talkative, cheerful and CHARMING.





So what if he reads this right now and thinks I'm crazy. At least I AM BEING TRUE TO MYSELF and to others.