the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
anger rant, pardon me.
HEY YOU. yeah you. 'friend'. like hello you selfish bitch. you call yourself my 'friend'? i think not. like hello do you ever listen to me. maybe. sometimes. but im not sure youre actually listening right. like theres a difference between listening and hearing case you didnt know. and i have never EVER felt your care and concern. do you even WANT to keep this friendship running. do you take initiative? never. its always me. you know. sometimes i get tired too. im not at your beck and call kays. friends trust one another. they know stuff bout each other. bet you dont know anything bout me. well its okay cos you never tell me bout you too. but maybe its cos you have this perfect life eh. and i just fit in as an accesory. everyone thinks youre soo great. im like what. youre substitute. yeah. when youre not around they come to me. like im always not good enough or something. you always expect everything to go your way. and you just LOVE being the center of attention dont you. like hello. sure youre the center of attention. but like for all the wrong reasons. DUH. shit i cant think anymore. DMAN
when anger gets to you,
you start writing girbish.
so it might be targeted to anyone really.
but if you think it resembles you,
damn i hate you.
at least i got it out of my system huh.
save me!
words spilled @ 8:09 PM /
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