Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Making me sad

I think I am the kind of person who doesn't make friends (like real ones) easily. And I shake off many after a while for one reason or another.

This is making me sad. I read so much stuff which I am sure she didn't intend for my eyes. Boy, I feel so bloody depressed. I feel so sick.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

You Jealous Bitch

Do you really have to be such a jealous bitch? Having a conversation with you sometimes makes me feel nauseous.

I feel insanely sad for you. Do you have to be like that? Does it make you feel better by using such caustic words?

I am really glad I have only been friends with you for less than a year. Your existence kinda leaves me bewildered.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

It's that easy

It really takes time to know someone.

I figure that you have the sensitivity of a haemorrhoid. Sometimes, I wonder how come I took so long to realise that you are not as nice as I first thought you were. You can't seem to show genuine concern for anyone as well. That about sums up what I think of you.

This sounds so childish but I don't think I want to be friends with you anymore.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Further and further

It's quite sad, isn't it?

Friday, May 30, 2008

HA! Idiot!

I am an extremely sensitive person and most of the time my obesrvations are correct. Oh, to add on, my intuition is a really accurate compass.

So, if you are guilty of being mean to me or doing things behind my back, please be more discreet. It's getting pretty obvious.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

A quote for someone

I saw this quote from a show about criminals with twisted minds. They have excellent quotes. This one is for HSY.

Author Christian Nestell Bovee once wrote, "No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities."

It is true, isn't it? Haha.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

For you a thousand times over

I just finished The Kite Runner.

I wish people don't try and overwhelm me with religion. Anyway, what comes around goes back around.