a taste of suicidal
Monday, August 8, 2011 , 0 Comment
I am so fucking mad I can actually kill someone right now. First being my "boyfriend" followed by that Indonesian maid. Whoever wants to die in my hands can follow after.

You wanted an IT related job, I got you not one, not two but THREE FUCKING INTERVIEWS. This is how much I fucking care for you. ZERO is how much respect you have for me. Who exactly am I to you again?!

I can lock myself up in this room until Weds when I have to go back to school. Now when I look at you, I see someone who WANTS to be fucking single. "Kawan biase je" eh? Pergi mampos lah k. I am not a 5 year old kid you can toy around with. That bastard told people I died, I cheated, or I left him for a better life, but you take the fucking cake.

I am baffled. Do you even fucking love me?! Are you taking this as a damn joke?! ARE MY FEELINGS ARE UNIMPORTANT AND FUCKING REDUNDANT TO YOU?!?!

I'm so upset. Disappointed. and amazed.

Why do the guys I love turn out to be selfish thoughtless jerks?

"Kawan biase je" was the first thing when she asked you who I was. Is that who I really am to you? That's your first thought. That's what you think of me when you see me.

Did I just sacrified EVERYTHING I have for you?

Today was supposed to be an awesome day. You've got 3 IT related interviews which can bring you to have jobs with better prospects. You've met my colleagues, been in my school, we were laughing and joking. But you had to screw it up.

How are you going to make up to me now? Tell me you're sorry?

But guess what, that word "Sorry" carries no meaning to me anymore.
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