Peace, Happiness and Love. Not.
Posted on: Saturday, July 12, 2008
Posted at: 12:57 PM
Posted at: 12:57 PM
Hello world :D
I shall post a not so happy post in this happy looking blog.
Well, it only looks happy, yes?
& so, after perhaps a few gallons of crocodile tears (I guess?), obviously nothing has changed.
Same words,
same promises,
same actions.
This feeling is all too familiar and I guess when one's had enough, he's gotta move on in life.
You weren't even quick to apologise to begin with. Oh, no, wait. You didn't even know you should apologise. Then came the barrage of crocodile tears, seemingly crashing around you. Oh how convincing an act it was. And not to forget, we had those fucked up empty promises as the icing on the cake. How sweet it tasted I must admit.
Ah yes, I must have left this out : feelings.
'Now I know how it feels'
'I'm so fucked up'
blah blah.
You supposedly felt how I felt, obviously you didn't.
You said you tried putting yourself in others' shoes, perhaps you got the wrong pair.
You said you'd learn, I guess you got the wrong book.
Well, I guess we all differ - perhaps by a bit, or to a huge extent - from individual.
And of course, maybe you think I was a selfish scumbag for just hoping you'd remember my words. But hey, I remembered yours, and you didn't.
So I guess that makes you a lying, decieving, selfish scumbag?
I'd leave it to you to answer that question.
'And the poor victim, unable to do anything with a million different thoughts of helplessness running going through his head again and again, laid there, motionless, in a pool of blood and tears. For whom he thought, and trusted, to be his number 1 priority, repeatedly stabbed him in the back, mercilessly.'
And enough is enough, until you've showed me you aren't the person I portray you to be now.
I've stretched as far as I could, but you were still out of reach.
But I'm ready, when you are truly ready.
I shall post a not so happy post in this happy looking blog.
Well, it only looks happy, yes?
& so, after perhaps a few gallons of crocodile tears (I guess?), obviously nothing has changed.
Same words,
same promises,
same actions.
This feeling is all too familiar and I guess when one's had enough, he's gotta move on in life.
You weren't even quick to apologise to begin with. Oh, no, wait. You didn't even know you should apologise. Then came the barrage of crocodile tears, seemingly crashing around you. Oh how convincing an act it was. And not to forget, we had those fucked up empty promises as the icing on the cake. How sweet it tasted I must admit.
Ah yes, I must have left this out : feelings.
'Now I know how it feels'
'I'm so fucked up'
blah blah.
You supposedly felt how I felt, obviously you didn't.
You said you tried putting yourself in others' shoes, perhaps you got the wrong pair.
You said you'd learn, I guess you got the wrong book.
Well, I guess we all differ - perhaps by a bit, or to a huge extent - from individual.
And of course, maybe you think I was a selfish scumbag for just hoping you'd remember my words. But hey, I remembered yours, and you didn't.
So I guess that makes you a lying, decieving, selfish scumbag?
I'd leave it to you to answer that question.
'And the poor victim, unable to do anything with a million different thoughts of helplessness running going through his head again and again, laid there, motionless, in a pool of blood and tears. For whom he thought, and trusted, to be his number 1 priority, repeatedly stabbed him in the back, mercilessly.'
And enough is enough, until you've showed me you aren't the person I portray you to be now.
I've stretched as far as I could, but you were still out of reach.
But I'm ready, when you are truly ready.