unspoken lines. There's things that causes my thoughts. & I decided to spill it here. My name is Phuong, & nice to meet you. (:
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I’m sick of you

talking crap about me to her. Why can’t you get over it? If you got a problem with me, talk to me. Because, all you do is just give me looks when you’re talking. And I’m pretty sure I know that sign. I even offered you to talk to me. But I don’t care what you say about me. It’s very old. All you’re doing is causing more drama. What if I do the same to you? I bet you would be sick of it too. Every action, everything I do, you just judge me right away.. I’m sorry I had to blog about you, but I’m REALLY getting sick of it & I gotta blog.