Calling me a bitch doesn't make you a saint.
Sometimes, when people call my name, I'd ignore them. Sometimes, when people say hi to me, I'd say hi back with a disgusted face. Sometimes, when people try to talk to me, I'd just walk away. Sometimes, I don't even feel like socializing. Sometimes, I feel like killing everyone around me. Shorten, sometimes I just wanna be left alone because I couldn't care less about what's happening around me. Everyone has to admit that they are all two-faced-backstabbing-bitch.
True, society killed us, in many ways possible. And we didn't even notice it, pity us much? Huh. We should. Stop being so judgmental, because you're not going anywhere with that so-called-useless-little-facts-of-yours. Okay? Just stop it. If you don't give a shit about my feelings, then why should I care about yours? This is NOT ego, and this is not revenge. This is how I want things to be. I'm pretty sure I am mature enough to make decisions for myself. And if I didn't meet your expectations, just go die, everyone will eventually. So no worries. And if you want to hate me because I treat you like shit, oh I'm sorry, do you think I was born to live up to your expectations? NO. Good.
Note to self: Sometimes, you gotta think of what's good for yourself and be selfish. Oh yeah.
Note to self: Sometimes, you gotta think of what's good for yourself and be selfish. Oh yeah.
