Picky

It’s been a while. And I want to write but can’t think of anything. Maybe I should write about people.

Just now, I was reading manga. And suddenly, the thought came in. I thought that I hate those who shredded my pride and my feelings the most. Well it’s true tho. But that’s not the only measurements about a person whom I hate. I don’t like those who throw me like I’m a piece of wrinkled paper, it make me feel so betrayed. What I mean by throwing me like a wrinkled paper is that, those who I once helped, those who I thought as a friend, but that person doesn’t see me as his/her friend and treat me as a mere classmate that doesn’t have anything to do with him/her. It almost like I was being used. Wait, maybe I am being used that time. You piece of shit. I hate you most.

You know, I had once told that person when I’m angry, or is it mad? Plus annoyed, our memories no, our good memories will be banished from my head. And for your information, I am pretty good in erasing my own memories. So, that person has brought himself a misfortune. ‘Cause I won’t sit still, until that person realized what he/she had done to me.

You, out there, even though I know you won’t find my blog, but I still want to tell you this. If you ever think of befriending me again in the future, think again. Because I’m not willing to be a friend to a selfish person like you. I’ll be wasting my time hanging out with you or helping you with your so-called “love” trouble. Go kill yourself, you piece of shit.