Why is it always me who loses a debate at the end.
Why is it I'm the one who starts the confessions.
Why is it me who always been misunderstood and accuse.
Why is always the situation has be turned around and back to me.
Accusions, misunderstandings, betrays, portrays, impression.
Fucked up words.
Its always ME who gets the wrong impression.
And often was HIM who portrays the wrong impressions.
And I'M the one who has always been accussed of misunderstandings and get people thinking that I'm the one who started all of this to betray him just because he was the one who phrase it in 'THAT'way.
I don't understand..
I don't know how to solve this.
If I tell him what I dislike..
He'll sarcarsticly stop doing that thing dramatically.
I don't know how to elaborate on this part..
In the moment of despair..
I wanna breakdown..
Because of this accident which i didn't want to start it ((but its just so unbearable to ignore it))
I spoke harshly to my elder sis when she asked me what time I was going out (So that she'd be able to cook for me)
You'd be heart broken if you were me.
Very depressed, frustrated, anger raging, and I'm easily irritated when this feelings possesses me.
Its not the way you want it to be..
Its just how it happened to be
Fuck prophercies cuz it probably fucked up his mind.
Which probably fucked me up to.
Sucks to be him.
Sucks to be me.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't met him.
Sometimes, its fortunate to have him.
He knows how to make me forgive him.
But I still can't be hard on him.
Generally, it just makes me feel that sometimes, without friends is better. Their such a pain in the ass.
But sometimes, its a gift to have friends..
Its like..
Yes / No
A / B
Good / Bad
It goes on..
There's only alternatives in life..
Labels: Mad much..