when i sit there and smile at the jokes made about me, it doesnt mean that i love it.
“i love suaning yeeying cos it’s very fun to see her reaction”.
everything has a limit. and to say the truth. i’m not happy with the “suanings” like:
1.me having no boobies.
2.i am ugly.
3.i’m stupid.
4.i have no good bod.
5.my blog is tad boring and you read it cos you wanna find points to suan me and gossip with other people.
yeahyeah, whatever, like you are perfect anyway. i bet those who hate me or read this blog to find amusement cos you think i’m a-person-that-thinks-we-are-gossiping-with-her-and-not-her. seriously, i dont care about what you think of me, but you don have to say it loud.
i regret telling you about my family, about my father whacking my bro with a golf club b4(well, i dno if it’s an accident) and you decide to blurt out to the rest.
where is the sense of responsibility. i remember telling to you that, you are not to spread it, cos when i tell someone about my family, i dont expect people to spread it either to laugh at me or to sympathise me.
i regret trusting you.
i regret the fact that i’m trying to treat you as a friend.
i’m sick and tired of you suaning me cos it has gone way past the limit, and the suanings you are to give me in future will be insults and no longer jokes.
i doubt you will feel remorseful about this, or maybe you were putting on a mask as you try to treat me nice AT TIMEs. you would probably try and succeed wriggling your way through i dno through what methods.
think before you talk.
although i seem that i speak with no brains, i do consider when i speak, phrasing insults into jokes, which do not really hurt that bad by adding a joking at the back, then apologising to let the person know i’m just kiddin’. but yet, you just bl urt it out to the whole world.
and about the ponning school thing? i’m still upset about it.
i will not have anything to do with you anymore, since knowing you does not bring me any good either, since you want to be heard, and not to hear, g, rejoicing when you got near full marks while i failed. well. maybe i shouldnt expect too much since you’re not a friend.
but thanks for letting me know you.
cos now, i know how to analyse a person and choose my friends wisely from now on.
a friend that do not insult
a friend that hears, and not try to be heard by talking so loudly
a friend that has the responsibility to keep secrets, not to spread them
a friend that supports and not go with the crowd and suan me.
oh ya, you’re not my friend in the first place.
i regret knowing you.
i really do.