ya i admit i'm sad....coz i luv him...but tingz dun go on well....
we were owaez arguing....n he...is very difficult fer him to admit hiz mistakes....
i luv u bt u leave me wif no choice...n i'm sori...
mit him TIS morning..we have to complete our project...
n present it tmr..he came sho early...n noe wat he bought me a POOH..
fer our *8 mths*.....n he wrote me letter....
thankz alot i appreciate ur gift...
thankz also fer luving me all tis tyme bt i dun noe y we dun seems to get along
wif each otha....
i'm sori once again.....itz nt that i wana play ur feelingz....but itz coz u hurt me....
i'm sori.....
here's da swit POOH


mE anD mY dearest POOH
