GGGGGRRRRRRR~!
I BITE NOW.
I AM HOPPING MAD.
PRACTICALLY.
-THIS IS WHY-
We did the shitty board.
ARGH.
Most of the time they were playing.
And we honestly did it for like, an hour?
Then still can say the board is plain.
Then u do it then.
I wash my hands off u ppl.
U ask us help.
BUT u also didnt really do loh.
WHATEVER.
I. DONT. WANT. TO. CARE.
Just being fed up now.
JUST 3 MTH PASSED.
Yet, SOOOOO many stuff happened.
I'm tired.
Of all the crying.
Of all the quarrels.
Of all the jeaslousy.
Of all the power struggle.
Of all the slashing esp.
Of all the mistrust.
Of all the misunderstanding.
Of all people.
WHY ME?!?!
GOD, this happened SOOOOOOO many times alr.
And i'm SO tired of all these.
We were all gd frenz in the beginning.
Loving each other.
Now?
Its like a trend for a quarrel to break out each day.
Like some one said, everyone has a limit.
I do too.
I am just a human being trying to live my normal life.
When i am needed, its like i have to be there.
Then when I'm involved, but is not needed, I am pushed away.
What am I?
A rag doll? A toy?
I HATE ALL THESE.
I've gone thru this once alr.
I don't wish for it again.
Even in the 1st place, i DIDNT even wish for it.
I just wanna be me.
I may be as crazy as can be.
But, I hav my problems too.
All i need is, frenz i can lend a shoulder to cry on.
Frenz that i can share my secrets with.
Frenz that i can TRUST.
Frenz that can compromise with each other.
Frenz that wont make me in to a clone of them.
Frenz => Doesn't hav to like what i like.
=> As long as we can click ok larhh.=)
Maybe i am TOOOO OVER sensitive, but i can't help it.
When can I trust all of those words spoken?
I am lost.
ONE DAY.
Trust my words.
ONE DAY.
All of u, will be left with no tears to cry.
Here i am worried.
There u are, screaming @ me.
Do I only mean that much to u ppl?
I understand all ur personality.
But do u all even know mine?
U all are not the only person existing in this world okay!
I do too.
What are frenz for?!?!
HAH. Guess u all are TOOOO different from me.
Too different for me.
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