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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

like an earthquake it goes, 11:23 PM, 0 comments

there is a reason why people love to judge.
because they don't know who you really are.
they thought they're the only ones who seem to be the perfect group to judge.
but it ended up being fake and useless.

why am i talking this shit?
exactly. i'm not the one hell best person to judge either.
because if i am, then; well, i'm not a human.
and what's more, i am not even close to the most perfect-est person around.

this may takes up some space, but this is my blog.
i can do anything with it and who are you to care about me? no one.
true, i am tired sometimes taking care of what i supposed to take care of.
however, you can never tell when a precious vase is going to break, right?

to tell you the truth, i'm pissed.
pissed of everything that i care about, even about the smallest matter on earth.
worse, no one can help me either.

not even you.
not even you.
not even you.
not even you.
not even you.

you want to help me? no thanks, i can help myself better than anyone.
i don't go and cry in a corner like some people did. i'm used to pain already.
before anyone knows this, i'm so immuned that confrontations and whispers are like nothing new to me.

sometimes, i'm tired but i move on like everyone else.
you people make it worse but i never say anything, not even to the closest people i know.
because i know, i know it really.
will it change everything if i say something? hell no.

i don't pretend. i don't even have to try.
if you want to make things complicated, fine. move on and play the game.
because in the end, it won't change anything, despite the big damage.
for a long time ago, i know and accept that being me is the best.
then, why are you still trying to find the fake side of me?

say anything you want, bitch about everything you know.
you don't know the way i know me. perhaps it's true; i don't know you yet.

i don't need an emotional breakdown.
i'm not so-called strong, but at least i know better than anyone else.
when you say something, i'm keeping myself quiet.

i'll wait for the day when you are trying to bitch about me again.
so what?
why do you care? wait.
all this time; do you even care anymore?

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