It's so small

My first disappointment in you!

In the few saturday night that i have left, and you canceled our date. you don't even had the courtesy to call. a text message? what the hell is that? don't you know that text messages are just for sweet saying you want to keep forever? Blaaaaaaah....

So here I am.. spending my so called saturday doing nothing. yeah, i've done that (too) many times before. but it's just felt different today.

i know this is (supposedly) not something big. it's even (supposedly) something tiny, i should have forgotten it by now. it's not that you preferred to spend your time with somebody else other then me, but it's work. and when it's work that's calling, there's nothing we can do about it, aight?...yeah, from all the people in the world, i should be the one who understand it best. because 'work' used to be my middle name. Well, if it's no biggy, why does it hurt? if something small can hurt me that bad, i don't event want to start thinking nor imagine how something big would leave a wound that never dry in me.

i guess, it's because i missed you..

ps: you see, i posted this because it bothered me so bad... and i cant even talk to you about this. damn this pride!