Every one thinks I
am a joke.
why am i like this?
shouldn't i be so over you?
then again...
best friends dun laugh at your pain right?
i may be under the influence of alcohol, but i am not drunk.
i need to think.
Whenever I come home late, I always wish I will hear you. The ringing from your handphone strap.
But you will no longer appear at my place, my doorstep.
And for that, I miss you. More than I usually do.
Things are happening and I am sick of people coming to me, throwing tantrums at me when they are not feeling themselves.
I am sick and tired of having to pretend to be the nice friend, when all I want to do is to tell them how much I hate it when they are picking on something, biting onto someone and not letting go. But the only thing that stopped me, is because I am trying to be a good friend.
And maybe I am trying too hard. That's why things backfired, right?
I am tired. I am really tired.
I need to learn to be alone. Really alone.
And I need to get Jeffrey out of my system.
I am still dark and twisty me, and I hate myself.