I had you.
Monday, February 22, 2010 9:40 PM To someone, Please don't have your judgements wrong alright? Are you tryna conclude that ima one weak pathetic bitch that can't get over such jerks like him? You don't know me well yet so might as well, it's better for you to keep your comments to yourself rather than trying to speak shit of me. I can't accept the way you're thinking of me. It's like as if i'm really in the wrong or am i in a desperate situation that you have to say all that i supposed? You just knew me. Just knew, i repeat. Just because im pouring all feels to you, that doesn't mean that im really yearning for him right? Is it wrong? Is it really wrong in expressing it all out to a friend that you 'thought' you could rely on when you're at your weakest? I thought you were really sincere towards me sincewhile. I thought you were sincere in lending your ears to hear my pains out. But i was wrong. I was really wrong to judge. This is what you've been saying and thinking all about me on the other hand perhaps? I don't need you or your bloody hell friend that could make me move forward. I don't need you both. I deserve better than your freaking friend alright. You're just being a bitch sometimes huh? In some ways, i must say there are things that i way dislike about you. When speaking of others, have you ever thought if it does reflect on yourself too? Think again. What you mentioned about others could probably might have once occured in your situation before. And even if you have things to say despite the fucking positive or negative side of me, im gladly encouraging you to speak to me personally cause that would just ease things out smoothly right? And don't ever dream that your fucking friend would be just 'the only one' for me left in this fucking world. Don't overboard my patience, that's all i could say. Know me well and then speak. And please, reflect well on yourself first okay? Everything has a limit and you know who you are. "Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." - Bella, New Moon
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