Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Diary: June
3rd June 2015
If you dont wanna stay,
If you dont want in,
then i want out.
Your loss.
4th June 2015
Karma
I feel so cold, mentally, I mean. You know that urge to treat everyone like shit, to make people feel the pain you felt all this time. To see people suffer, to make people get a taste of their own medicine. "Here's to laughing at my taken weaknesses and judging my depression", I'd say as I take a sip of revenge. If only I ever had the chance to taste the drop of karma, Your karma.
Then again I wonder if the dirt I'm getting is from the trash I absent-mindedly give to people. But whatever it is, the people who treat you like dirt will eventually get more dirt than given. I only wonder when.
Karma's a bitch, yes. But it's only a bitch to some people. The wrong people.
5th June 2015
"No one has the right to impose their ideas or actions to you"
6th June 2015
Trust
This is something I've always had issues with since who knows when. Regardless of whoever the stakeholder is. At one time that person's making you happy but at another he's yelling his ass off to you and making you cry. At one time you're sharing every deep secret with her, and then on the next day she's spreading shit about you to everyone. Huh.
And let's not forget backstabbers and people who only use you for their own benefit. But the worst thing is, you're forced to stick and depend on the people you don't trust much. No matter where you go, forever.
8th June 2015
I am blessed with friends who never fail to make me laugh, even with a sad heart.
20th June 2015
lol fuck everyone.
I dont wanna deeply care about anymore. It's either i'll be used, or pushed away, be ignored and unappreciated.
25th June 2015
Here, take my diary and read it.
Take it and read my suffering.
Read my heart that has been broken into pieces.
Read my soul that's trying to heal.
Read my body that has been wounded.
Read how happy I was with you.
Read how happy I am without you.
Read how I'm trying to survive without your presence.
Read how little you did but how big it impacts.
Read about the pain and hurt.
Read about the effort that betrayed.
Go ahead.
Read how I felt it all.
Read me.
30th June 2015
You're almost like Ramadan. Your presence brings happiness and content. Loved by all. Hated by many. And like the nights of it, you're cold on the outside, but warm in the inside.
Tapi kau tak mulia je.
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