Everyone seem to be in pretty/ very foul moods. I on the other hand, no different. Same shit, I've been in Foul Mood 101 for the past week. I don't even know where the hell to start if someone was to ask me what's up.
Everyday, you're listening to people around you bitching, moaning and whining. You listen, you listen and give 'em a shoulder to cry on. Bear getting whack just so they can release some steam. You listen to 'em whine about how fucked over their lives are even when you're busy rushing an assignment. You tell 'em everything's going alright, you crack your brain just so they'd feel better for a moment. But, when you're the one the verge of a breakdown. When you need to get everything off your system. When you're the one who needs a shoulder to cry on. When you're the one who is in need of comforting words from a god damned friend and when you're the one who is in need of a listening ear, who the fuck is there to fucking listen to you? No one.
I don't believe in just giving in and taking in all the bullshit. Always getting all the negativity and not being able to have a stand. I don't believe how when you fucktards need someone to take in all your shit, I am visible and when I'm the one at my vulnerable state, I'm invisible. Hey, I'm human too. Likewise, I'm also sitting for a major exam. I'm also facing presure, stress, fuckeries.
Yes, I'm bloody human too. People expects you to just keep taking in all the fuckeries and you know, tell you "Aiya, just forget it..." For fuck, yall expect me to just keep giving in and who the fuck gives in to me? Why the hell do you people always have to use my bad temper as something against me? Have you guys ever thought about why I even got pissed whenever I'm pissed? Have yall ever thought that somethings are just too much for me to just fucking "forget it"? Have yall actually ever bothered asking me what the fuck is bothering me? Is this what you fucking call friendship?
Hell, after 4years in IJ, all the friendships or wtv fuckery that were forged are just plain... fuckery.
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