tadi masa dekat sekolah, saya cerita dekat kwn saya mcm mana nk jadi puteh... saya pun ckp " awak... mcm mana nk jadi puteh?? " dia ckp tak tahu. kitaorg mmg gelap. yelah sunburn sbb sukan hari tu. lepastu saya ckp lah saya tahu.. saya ckp " mula2 awak tanam pokok cili.... " dia terus potong saya dan ckp " lepastu tanam, lepastu bila dh tumbuh, jual.. dah jual beli Qu Puteh Qu puteh dgn Pamoga. tak ke %%%%%%% mcm tu.? saya terus ketawa mcm ni; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHABAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
March 25th. One thing that no one will ever ask, but tonight sounds so melancholic, with my ears now stuffed with " Melancholy" from Spotify. Life is currently so sad. I am alone - with realisation of that particular one who might accept me more than I do to myself? But what am I doing now? Break his heart is the only specialty I'm good at. I slowly noticed how some faces are just masks they put on. Yet you are to spare forgiveness and acceptance for them as it's part of their "survival". I hate it when people mock my opinion and don't take my words seriously. I am exhausted of being selfless for those who dont even know how to appreciate. I am burning out, for too tightly holding on to myself and the things they considered as dignity and pride. I want cry my heart out when they told me they have spaghetti, and I was all starved for it, but then they ate it without any guilts. I feel bad, when that one old lecturer who favours me fell sick because I...
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