Things change a whole damn lot, it takes so much strength for me to go through the previous posts. Why? Can I just ask why. I don't know who to ask to though, I cannot ask Allah. I have no rights to ask why shits happen and why me. I don't.
Breathing gets harder, it's May. It's freaking May. I love my holiday, swear I do. Because for one, I don't get bored too many times. My times are filled with family, friends and some self-pampered sessions. Hehe. But really, why should a stranger interferes in your life as if he knows you forever and starts bashing you on social network like some guy who actually deserves to do that? Why should he? You tell me. This shit craaaaaay man. Interfering like that won't make you actually look good, it makes you look awfully judgemental. The only way I see it, you don't deserve a say or two especially when you, yourself ain't good either.
This is fun you know. To fill the lonesomeness from drama. Haha. I had fun ;)
A person who forgets. I'm beyond words for frustration I have inside me. It's unspeakably frustrating.. I cannot believe I put myself in this situation. I was happy, I did not know what depression even mean back then. I mean I am still bubbly and all that, I just don't show. But most importantly is what I feel inside. You see, I don't blame you. But now that I have so many negatives inside me I become rebellious, the negatives that have been collected along with the pain want to come out, strong and bold to show, to prove to nobody but you. You see, a cruel person does not deserve a heart that beats healthy. A cruel person threw someone away, made someone feels worthless, then comes back when shit happens because he cares. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? No you don't kid me, you shit me. You shit me when you interfered, told me what to do with my life, while you are long gone dying under the ashes after you changed. Damn man, what a joke. I don't get it, I simply still don't get it. You of all people, you are worst. See, you shut down, stay away, and fucking move on with your life. If you still care, who the fuck cares? I don't need you to care anymore. You were the one who left. And now when I screw up with my life, you come and tell me that you care? Horshit. Get a grip. Mind your own business and please grow the fuck up.
I don't mean to be rude but in what ways I haven't tried, rude would be the last option. And now I simply left with none.
