Disappointed.. So disappointed. No reason.. No point. Why? Because. That’s all… because.. . (full stop).. Don’t know what to say. People say love hurts. I’ll say.. friendship hurts.. sometimes.. somehow. I’m avoiding “society”.. Wait.. ok.. wrong sentence.. Correction? I’m fine with society.. but.. I’m not looking for friendship! I’m afraid of new friendship.. afraid of myself become so demanding as I used to be. Someone told me once, “It’s inevitable that we became friends.” Disagree.. should I? When there’s a will, there’s a way, right?? I start become demanding now, that’s why I’m disappointed. Why did I start it?? Why did I let it?? My old friend said I was changed. I said.. yeah.. the old me was dead. That friend guessed.. it’s because of my new life.. the fresh friendship. I moaned inwardly.. it’s not them.. It’s you! You killed the old me. But then.. not you either.. it’s me.. My demanding heart caused that misunderstanding.. killed the old me. Don’t start it ever again? Can I? It’s started a bit.. But I shouldn’t let it. Will I be able to stop that? At least.. stop this demanding heart! Go.. hang out.. enjoy the fun.. but shut my heart off and never open it up again.. Should I? Well.. do me a favor.. If you don’t expect my heart to demand more from you.. Don’t be too nice to me!
No… It’s not me here.. It’s the other side of me who’s blogging now. I never wrote this short.. this unclear.. this random.. this bitter..
Just ignore this post.. Don’t worry.. I’m very fine.
