3 things that I know is inside me right now:
-Pissed
-Pissed
-Pissed
I am pissed because I haven’t solved the problem to the wirless password. I am pissed because my parents are just being unreasonable. I am pissed because I felt like a criminal. I just hate myself so much(:
I mean if you are under a curfew and your parents suddenly said no more going out. Won’t you be so pissed??? And if you are those who can’t live without the internet (well, I am one of them) and you can’t use the internet because you don’t know the wireless password, won’t you get so pissed too??
Hey, I am suffering from all of the above right now.
That is why I am so pissed.
And now I have another problem,
haters,
haters,
haters,
please go away.
Top-grossipers, blackmailers and betrayers.
They backbite me. They libel about me. Scandalous remarks.
It sucks so much to be accused and maligned.
I just wanted to help him. Not being flirtatious. We are just friends. Alright, he shouldn’t have said all those. But to me, he is just a friend. I don’t care what he thinks about me, to me he is just my friend. Stop critizing and fabricating everything. Do you really know me that well?? It takes a million years to build a reputation and it takes a second to destroy it. You haters just made-up lies to bring me down.
Pissed.
Oh, come on. Sometimes, I just felt so cross. You mean if you talk to a guy, it is call flirting?? So, if you touch a guy, doesn’t it means kissing?? So tell me, what does it means when you kiss a guy. It means you are fucking him. Doesn’t it?
Perfect.
You don’t have to bitch about me behind my back. Just walk to me and confront. It is so ludicrous when I didn’t offend and yet you stranggled me. I am thinking of making it clear to everyone, forget it. Why bother making things clear when it is just going to make things worst? Yea. Anyway, you don’t have the right to critize me, judge me.
Fake.
You called me that.
Before you open your mouth, think. Think of what you are about to say. A pack of lies. Yet, you critized me of being fake. Isn’t it weird how people talk shit about you, when the only thing they know about you is your name. And you can call me fake. Think before you say, ladies. Don’t you feel gulity after cooking such a scrumptious lie?? Oh and,
Hypocrites.
You don’t have to act symapthetatic infront of me and go around licking up boots. You don’t have to pretend to listen to my woes and repeat them to the others. You don’t have to promise me to stand up for me. Hprocrites like you does that.
I mean, one thing I hate about my class is about the inequality between the students. The outcats are always being teased. The famous one gets all the attention. I had expirenced before the pain of an outcast. You can feel the heat of humilation breathing down our neck and at anytime, you are ready to suicide. The hurtful comments. You try to change everything you can but in the end, you get yourself mocked. I was lucky to rise from the outcast to the famous. But I seriously hate the famous. At first, I thought being famous ain’t a bad thing. You get praises everywhere you go and people calling your name when you walk down the corridors. You have boot lickers beside you and all you need to do is to commands them. Hey, this isn’t a palace like thingy. This is a school. You have to adopt the trend in the inner circle and shake your butts whenever you walks. And you have grossip even if you really felt sorry for that particular person. This is what I call society.
And I’ve been feeling so hell demoralized for a week.
The pain of being accused is just like chopping off your fingers and asked if you are alright. It felt so annoying when you confines your best buddies and do not know what they are thinking in their head. I just felt so insecure because how many of them really cares or just being curious. How many of them will not critize?? For the entire week, I am just like tweety bird being kept in the cage. I want to escape. But I can’t, because I am trapped in reality and society.
Honestly, tell me. Why do you get so agitated when he confessed? You like him?? I can’t possible guess around. Some of you are staring at this post right now. I know it. My blog URL can spread around the whole school in one night. People spread rumors 1000 times faster than a disease, no? Am I not right to say so?? I don’t mind being hated, everyone gets haters, but have you questioned the reliability of the remarks you’ve made on me? Perhaps, no.
Then, just say all you want, for all I care because,
Anyway, if you want to accuse me of flirting, go on. I just don’t see it if you really dislike me that much, then why do you even bother about me so much? I am just so disheartened that there are actually people who don’t aprreciate my existance in this world.
And hey,
I am born this way.
So you don’t get to
critize me.
GET IT??
Last but not least, to every pair of eyes out that is reading this post, I am not trying to gain attention nor sympathy. Please. I just want to let you know how I really feel deep down inside. Thanks =D
AND PLEASE, IF YOU ARE MY SISTER AND YOU ARE READING THIS POST RIGHT NOW,
SHOO!!
PLEASE RESPECT MY
PRIVACY (:
nitez ♥
Shania (:
