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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
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dun over work urself . u need ur rest too . abt last nite thing . wats there to comment abt . i mean its ur own will to do anything u want . flirt or wat ever . i mean it wld just overall boils down to u . as in wat ur heart really feels . maybe u did tt to just fill ur emptiness . so yea . seriously alrite with me . no worries . in the end u wld have to just ask ur heart . wat u decided on . (: maybe flirting ard wld allow u to know wat u really treasure . (: feel free to do wat ever u want (:
first and foremost, i dont flirt and i DIDNT FLIRT. why flirt when i can get all the girls i want in you? it doesnt make sense does it. you may think you're plain jane, everyone may say so, but hell, fuck them all for saying that cause they don't see what i see in you. you're special, very very very very special get it? bottom line is as a waiter, i did my job to serve my customers, you should know me better than that, i'm a liar to you. but all i have to say to you is that if you think i did flirt, im sorry you don't know me well enough. yeh i served drinks and all, that patron did the moves, i walked away unimpressed yet feeling guilty cause you were always on my mind.
secondly, ive always treasured you. you need something, i give it to you. you like surprises, i plan it all out for you. ever since that day we broke up, not one day that passes my mind of us being together. you ask yourself have i ever not treasured or chrerished you? and did i willingly let you go when you wanted some time off? would any guy who don't treasure a girl, let her go without a fight? would any guy that still treasures a girl still allow her to hold on to his stuff? to make plans for her necessities?
i could have shrugged it off and not inform you anything at all, but i did tell you. it wasnt even my fault they did that to me, it's cause i felt guilty. i felt guilty, while serving customers and shit like that happens. you can think about it all you want, but think twice about what i said, is it fair to say i flirt while working when i was honestly just bringing their drinks, leaving it on the table, when they start noticing me and pinching my cheeks and shit like that? im just fucking disappointed with the way you see me, you see me as flirting, when i have never done so. your words just hurt me alot, yeah maybe fine im a weakling, but all i have to say is that ive not done anything to disappoint you at all, and is it my fault that they think im attractive and stuff liek that? i feel guilty it happened even though i didnt initiate it, or i would never initiate such acts. i avoided that fucking table the entire night because of that incident, would anybody who flirts do that?
im sick of this drama job, i quit already. 1 fucking week of hell.
disappointed in you
wendell
11:21 AM