like the saying goes.... its hard to be a nice person. well, it sort of proven its existance last night. hasty decisions, tight pressuring and fuck-ed up attitudes. hmm, if being a nice guy brings such craps back to myself, i rather watch people die, cry and beg for mercy as though a meteor is 1mm above their puny heads.
i helped you.
you scowl at me.
i watch you die.
you curse at me.
why not you tell me what can i do to make you feel better?
i'm tired of pleasing everyone. why do i have to be at such sacrifice. my eyebags. my wallet with threads loosening, forming tiny holes soon huge. my time. my parents. can i be like some of those out there who doesn't care a single shit and just do the things i wanna do, IN MY WAY? can i voice out my displeasure bout everything openly without considering anything too?
what makes you special and what makes me special? BITCH WE ARE BOTH HUMAN. mofo.
caught in the midddleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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