Tuesday, April 10, 2007
He broke my heart.
Questioning me if i am serious or not.
What do you want me to say?
If you choose not to believe me,
then what's the point carrying on?
You yourself said i am serious.
Then you ask me if i still wanna carry on.
I get it.
It seems that i will always, forever be the one who is wrong.
I am not born on this fucking world
to be liked nor hated
by people.
Doesn't mean that you always say you love me
means i have to say to back to you.
Not that i don't want to,
but because i couldn't find the right moment,
and you said i am not serious about it huh.
Do you even know how painful i feel inside?
Obviously you will never know.
You only think that i would be angry.
So what if you wanna think that i am,
petty, stupid, idiot, asshole, a pain
to you?
For now, this very moment this is not bothering you anymore.
Fuck off now.
Blabbered at
20:55