het dear english, how can i have you know me more? how can i use you as a tool while i'm unable to handle you? as you know, i suck, and suck on you. i don't even know a shit about you while i'm writing the shitty things in you. hey, dear english, can you hear me? our relationship has been ruined by those freaking hw... god tell me how to create intimacy btwn us, ever... i left the classroom with embarrassing tears... i've never said i wanna give up on you... somehow i'm juz feeling sad... being an international student, to get well on you becomes my responsibility rather than my interest... and i don't like it this way.... i feel sorry for you, my poor as well my dear english T^T "i have difficulties with english" was the first sentence i began with my self intro. don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean i hate you.... juz meaning that i feel helpless learining you... you're such a good friend of mine, and with you, i've made lots of friends and yes, there are gaps....but i'm still loving you... how come i've been week when i'm speaking you, hearing you, and writing you? i thought we were good friends though....and i hope we still are... and i'll try to hook you up, my dear english, and i'm trying already.... let's work our relationship out, agree? my dear english....don't ditch me again T_________________T -- http://www.wretch.cc/blog/cct0830 --

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