it's disgraceful to keep certian things under wraps. second to being pregnant before marriage.
however there are just some things you are not in position to know. you are getting on my nerves, stop asking me why am i feeling down these days. i don't have as much a problem as you are to me. can't you just back off and let me spend my stressful days in peace as i have enough worries to ponder and reflect upon. sometimes i just want to scream and shout and tear off your mouth from your face. i'm developing cruelty intentions of getting you delibrately hurt which might or might not get myself into trouble is not of my concern, but rather, getting you scarred for life as a deterence to stop bugging me, find friends of your own, and get you out of my way is my objective.
we belong to a different world, except that you, unexpectedly, is also given the privilege to walk and run about like humans do, the brain to think, though not as efficient as normal beings do.
i am sorry but i am very very irritated by the fact that i just couldn't bring myself to tell you off nor do any of the above to you. i have a conscience, though what i have typed here is not able to justify this statement, it's enough to note that i have not killed you yet. things you took off my tale seemed so very dirty after your touch. i hoped i could just wipe your finger stains off my stuff immediately, directly into your face, show my disgust towards you. i just can't do it for the fear of breaking your brittle heart. you don';t have friends i understand, but stop scaring MINE away.
when i'm having my time, while you are totally left out, don't come to me because you scare my friends away. i am not obliged to join you whenever you can't find a partner. i dont' mean to do this to you but i no longer feel any ties to you ever since i learned that you have betrayed me. your fucking big gap has spread enough scary , horrible rumours and of which, i managed to trace it back to you. disappointment sets and rooted itself in me, i can't chase it away at all.
it's not of my fault that everything has come to this tragic end. YOU are not my friend.
{ go to hell } 8:16 PM
!about me
name:apple mei
wishlist birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*
l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please
2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)
3.wait till i think of stuff
lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...
i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn