emotional outbreak.. tearing outside...
Good in a sense that the unca asking for $$ was turned away after a single "Miss"
I think he's scared that I will burst out crying and all the blame will be laid on him
Tearing in the public transport and fumbling for tissues
Only to find... the tissue pack is in another bag which means... no tissues
Great...
And purposely sitting right at the back of the transport with a turned away head helps ensures that no one sees that
But then sniffing sounds can't be blocked
And nobody (the public and the culprits) bothers...
Sigh...
Is it me or the friends that I've made?
Some frens will tell me to let go and make new friends
Others will tell me... "they are like that one"... again... duh....
I dun know what I'm writing or doing anymore...
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