what's the point of having someone so special and so unique, but when situations like these strike back, you treat me no different from the rest. you call me names my dad uses on me, you shout like how my friends do, and you speak like you're talking to a guy. i know i fucked up alot, but atleast i am sincerely sorry and the next time you think you shouldn't have forgiven me, think again. what about all your mistakes and apologies i have ever forgiven and forgotten? have i ever told you i regretted giving second chances? have i ever told you i shouldn't have turned soft and be nice because you were never worth any of it? i never hold on to my anger because anger is just a waste of my fucking time. i rather forgo the anger in exchange for your smile because your smile is all that matters, it is all that it takes to make everything seem okay again. i rather use every minute being angry, fucking make out with you or something. but it's sad because for you, it is not the case. go on, don't stop punishing me. enjoy the ride while it still lasts. when i looked into your eyes, all i see is so much hatred. from the other end of the table, i could smell you burning with rage, like any second now, you might just struck from across, attacking me by the face first. it is such a pity. that i am very afraid of you. of us.

mood. cancel. sleep. ( great solutions to love problems - for dummies. )


i just got back home. exhausted, drenched and sleepy. work tmr. nights.



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