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Friday, September 24, 2010
; 8:31 PM

When something like that happens, something that made tears roll down, where do I go?
My bathroom. Because I have no where else to go.
And I had no one to call. Everyone was busy living their lives.
And there was nothing I could do but to cry in my bathroom.

But what do you do? You simply go to your room and pretend you did nothing wrong. No, not pretend. To pretend indicates that you knew you did something wrong but refused to admit it. You on the other hand, you believe you're never wrong. And you push the blame to others. Every single fucking time.

And when you cry, you use the tears to make people feel bad. You use it as a weapon to attack people. But when I cry, you see it as a sign of weakness. And you use it to attack me.

I really don't know how much more of this I can take. And you wonder why everyone around you seems to ignoring you? And your friends tell you that their children are good to them and treat them well? Then you complain how lousy you're being treated. How every person seems to be mean to you. Have you ever stopped and wondered why? Have you even considered maybe it isn't us, but it's you. It's you who constantly push the blame to others. It's you who always asks for too much (yet say you never ask for anything).

I'm the only one left who actually gives a shit about you. And you want to do this to me? Maybe it's because everyone else is already ignoring you so you can't do whatever shit you normally do to them. So you attack the only one left. Do you really want to burn the only bridge left?

The choice is yours.


the little rocker

Little Miss Brightside
- Absolutely loves music

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