Sometimes, it’s not that I don’t have the courage to stand up against what I think is right to me. But it’s hard to think of the consequences if the other party is really really mean and decides to stand up with what’s right to her too.
Well, to be honest, I’m just too afraid to face people who shout of just steal the whole show in the whole argument by being loud, unreasonable and other negative ways you can think of.
How many times has she shouted at me? Or screamed at me? Well seriously, I don’t know.
I realised i’ve been harping on the same point over and over again. Probably because how uncomfortable i feel when things are not changing when i’m hoping so much it could.
Hot, cold. It just fluctuates so much I don’t know what to expect, whether this response from me today will make her neutral or mad.
Sometimes I find that i have to rephrase what i have to say in a way that I’m talking/praising about her only. It’s always “I’m so careless la, right?” or “she like _____, right?” for you and thinking, i don’t really have a choice except to agree with that you’ve said because maybe i just want to runaway from the fact that, “defying you” will make me a criminal and well, let’s just not talk about the consequences. Creepy.
You seemed not interested when i change the topic to well, me. Continue with work, ignore me, or just flare up with no particular reason.
I shall give you the answer that you asked a week before, what i’m writing in my handbook (ok , I’m risking having my dairy stolen by some pesky “reporters” ). It’s when I’m pissed off at you, i write in it. You don’t seem to allow me to talk, demanding that i shut up all the time. Yet you can kick the table, have your hand over my table and i can’t have mine over yours, can click/tap pen.
You realised i don’t ask for much. I just want to you keep yourself over to your side of the table. I just want my side. A proper space that belongs to me. Territorial, if you call it.
I don’t have to move away you know, since you’re the one that is violating respect. I’m not someone that is made to be trampled on. I’m just someone made to be myself. Not someone made to agree with you, not someone made to believe God because he loves me. How can i be convinced that he loves me when he set me with someone that tramples on me, disrespecting my basic right of having just my side of the table.
I just want my side of the table.
Anyway, there’s a new thing happening.
Someone I least expected to sabo me, saboed me.
Not gonna reveal the name or anything related to this matter. Find it out yourself.
I’m sure you’ll be able to do it.
JIAYOU WOR!.
Lawls.
Anyway, English Prelim Oral today was a blast! Miss Jeya’s really really nice, although i made lots of blunders and made her laugh with my special answer. xD
Yea, can’t wait for results.
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