I've rejected him. I feel so free and happy like how I used to be. I can't stand him. Gave him a chance and he abused it. Keep telling me he's hoping for a relationship soon. Obviously he doesn't understand the meanin of 'go slow'. From the very beginning, I've been feeling negative vibes.

I just don't like the way he is to me. Like as tho' we're together. He reports to me everythin and everytime, when I didn't even ask him at all. Sms me every second of the day. Keep asking me out. I can almost see his possesive trait. You're too irritating and I don't like that feeling at all. I feel like I'm in a box, all suffocated and choked. I'm not feeling warm and fuzzy inside at all when tt's the way it should be. Instead I'm feeling all frustrated, angry, tired, bothered, irritated, annoyed...

Everytime my phone vibrates, I get irritated and scared. How can I possibly fall for a guy who gvs me the creeps rite? If it's an sms from a fren, I would feel so damn relieved. So imagine the trauma I hv to go thru... See the difference? Nah. This just won't work out. I don't feel the same way and there's just no chemistry.

I know what I want in a guy and he's just trying too gawd damn hard. Even by telling me tt he would convert, altho' sweet, still doesn't work on me. I mean, gd for you but the way you answer my questions all seem too easy for you. It's 'yes' to everythin, just to get into a relationship with me. Hey, I'm not tt dumb and stupid ok.

As much as I wanna be in one, tt doesn't mean tt I would blindly go into one. You think it's tt easy? Anyway, I wouldn't want someone who likes to act tough, egoistic, too possesive, no sense of humour and clingy. From the very beginning, I've nvr had a laugh but a frown almost everyday.

Maybe I should state my criterias for what I want in a guy. Well, there you go... I'm not leading you on. I've already rejected you like you told me to. I'm not feelin it, I'm sorry.

No matter what others say, somehow, age will always be an issue to me. All the guys of tt age and above freaks me out a bit. Don't ask me why.




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