Have you ever wonder the satisfaction of using vulgarities? Especially the 4-letters word, starting with a F?
I do.
After all, it really makes one feel better. And.. even though I’ve just blogged minutes ago, I decided to add on. I hate people who make empty promises. You can be late, but please do not ever lie to me. Maybe I expected too much.
Cos.. i ain’t perfect, either.
But, I just can’t stand it. I hate the way things turned out, eventually. I hate boys, guys or man. I feel that nothing is worth liking and cherishing. I feel that everything is just rubbish. All along, I’ve been deceiving myself and others. I made them believed me. I made the, become somebody they weren’t supposed to be, initially.
I’m a scream-weaver.
Sometimes, I think I’m damn pathetic. I’m as hopeless as an infant. I feel dumb and tiny. But sometimes, it’s vice versa. When I sit down and ponder, people think I’m having mood swings. When I talk, people don’t take me seriously. I’m not a clown. I have my pride, too.
Life is not all about dates. There are really much more things to do. Let alone studies, too. Somehow, I envy those ladies with curves and angel faces; just like movie stars. If you have the looks, you have both the quantity and quality. If you don’t, you just have t sit down and wait slowly, for a sponsor, though. Life is hard and tiring. One will never be contented.
Oh man.
I feel like crying. Cos.. i haven’t cried for a very long time, already. This sounds silly. But, this is me. I really don’t get it at times. I just want people to stop treating me so good. But.. why they start doing so, I blanked out. I will also feel very disappointed. Why is this so?
Why do I feel like this?
I hate life like this. I shouldn’t have known you, or ‘them’. No. No. No.
Maybe, oneday you will date her. But, another you will come back to me. and.. what the hell am I talking about? I don’t even understand you, or them. I don’t even know you at all. Time doesn’t prove anything. Words doesn’t mean anything.
I’m not her, to you.
You’re not him, to me.
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But.. let me tell you this, though. You will never get a chance to uncode me. Cos.. you don't even know me.
ASS.
I do.
After all, it really makes one feel better. And.. even though I’ve just blogged minutes ago, I decided to add on. I hate people who make empty promises. You can be late, but please do not ever lie to me. Maybe I expected too much.
Cos.. i ain’t perfect, either.
But, I just can’t stand it. I hate the way things turned out, eventually. I hate boys, guys or man. I feel that nothing is worth liking and cherishing. I feel that everything is just rubbish. All along, I’ve been deceiving myself and others. I made them believed me. I made the, become somebody they weren’t supposed to be, initially.
I’m a scream-weaver.
Sometimes, I think I’m damn pathetic. I’m as hopeless as an infant. I feel dumb and tiny. But sometimes, it’s vice versa. When I sit down and ponder, people think I’m having mood swings. When I talk, people don’t take me seriously. I’m not a clown. I have my pride, too.
Life is not all about dates. There are really much more things to do. Let alone studies, too. Somehow, I envy those ladies with curves and angel faces; just like movie stars. If you have the looks, you have both the quantity and quality. If you don’t, you just have t sit down and wait slowly, for a sponsor, though. Life is hard and tiring. One will never be contented.
Oh man.
I feel like crying. Cos.. i haven’t cried for a very long time, already. This sounds silly. But, this is me. I really don’t get it at times. I just want people to stop treating me so good. But.. why they start doing so, I blanked out. I will also feel very disappointed. Why is this so?
Why do I feel like this?
I hate life like this. I shouldn’t have known you, or ‘them’. No. No. No.
Maybe, oneday you will date her. But, another you will come back to me. and.. what the hell am I talking about? I don’t even understand you, or them. I don’t even know you at all. Time doesn’t prove anything. Words doesn’t mean anything.
I’m not her, to you.
You’re not him, to me.
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But.. let me tell you this, though. You will never get a chance to uncode me. Cos.. you don't even know me.
ASS.
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