why does this happen

i should master the art of that.

i am, once again, left angry and confused.
i never thought that i would be in this position,
where it may seem that i get things my way but, if you look closer, it's the other person that has been slowly manipulating everything you say until you yourself believe it's your fault.
i have now accepted the fact that i am at fault. but, i realized that * isn't as innocent as you i would've thought. i finally realized that i have been blaming myself, and for what? what do i get out of it? you never seem to be content with me. there is always something wrong somewhere.

i could've pointed out your mistakes but did i ?
did i say it to your face ?
if given a choice, i would never let you cry alone.
but how do you treat me?

like i'm this girl that you can ignore for as long as you want, and when you start missing me you come back to me. and when you think you dont need me anymore, you go running to your other so called ' girl ' friends.

i really i wish i had the guts to just leave you.
i cant believe i put myself all the way down there for you.
you wanted change, i gave you change.
and what do i get in return?
you leaving me.

ah, fuck you

im in the mood to bitch
zennie is best at bitching about anything if you want her to
well not bithcing, i tease better.
im good at teasing things.

hehe.

i dont expect anything

about how i just had to deal with the truth even when it keeps on repeating itself. how the truth hurts and when you think you can avoid it, you cant after a certain point. and i, am at that point.



i never really wanted to be this pessimistic but really, i always have second thoughts of people, not trusting them, knowing they will always have something to say about me. i would understand why though, being me, always having and creating shit. i got into this mess, i am in the process of getting out of it, but why must you act the way you do?



i promised myself to not talk bad things about you. because that would end up in me becoming you. or becoming the old me. i could never see things the way they were. denying everything that got into my way. blaming other people for my mistakes.



i admit, it was my mistake this time.



enough about all the complaints !






=)