i don't know when you'll come or go.

i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot.

why are guys such rash creatures. i don't like to take sides. i don't like to be involve in fights. i don't like people who fight over stupid things. i don't like gangsterism. i don't like you apologising to me about such stuffs.

i just don't like this side of you, and i hate the way they say things about you.

why am i afraid to lose you, when you're not even mine.