This is my story...

Thursday, March 03, 2005

At least I have a few friends who are willing to be there for me for the whole night to hear my fuckshiet.

Yeah, I wanted to say alot of things to you, alot alot, I know you dont fucking care, and now, I ain't bothered to try to explain every single shiet to you. I kept thinking I am gonna get fucking crazy, all because of you. Yeah.

I don't wanna fucking care anymore. I cared too much and you don't fucking appreciate it. Oh well, maybe you appreciated it, I don't know, 'cause you won't wanna say anything out and I am sick and tired of going through the whole process of getting everything out from you again.

Maybe we aren't happy if we are together. Because I am fucked up and you are too. Because I compromised and you didn't see it. Fuck. I am sick and tired of this shiet, crying over such fucking things, banging my head onto the wall thinking why am I so useless and all that stupid things happened.

I don't care now.

Let's just say we didn't know each other, since day one, I shouldn't have gone into such a class, shouldn't have made my choice to take F Maths and drop it later on, and now I still regret on my potential distinction subject. Let's just say in our lives we were always normal, we don't really meet quite often, no one's affecting each other's lives and fuck the prom.

Let's just pretend we've never met.

Rambled by kaSh at 3:52 pm