How do you really quit someone completely?
I've quit a lot of people, some of my very good friends, but I find that I could never do it completely. Sure, I may go completely missing and all despite their futile attempts, it seems like I'm completely unfeeling and indifferent, but it doesn't mean that I really don't care anymore.
Time to time, I still hope that you are doing really well :)
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 01, 2011
Everyday I find myself in an uphill struggle (not only with my weight but also) with my landlord.
Everyday I find myself telling myself not to be angry, she is already old. Everyday I tell myself it's okay, she can think or say whatever she wants, she doesn't know.
But I don't know if I'm getting better at this at all. Everyday I find myself, more or less I'm not sure, wanting to scream at her to shut the fuck up wth. It doesn't mean I can be bullied just because I don't retort. I provide my own table, bed, kettle, wardrobe, shoe rack, mirror, and toilet paper. I take your sarcastic shitty comment to use my brain to fix my own light, and I really fixed it when the bulb fused. When it's beyond bulb-repair, I bring my own table lamp for this tiny can't be much cleaned room. When the washing machine is spoilt, I fixed it too. I never asked you to pay, nor shouted at you. I take your shit attitude and ignorance and all sucked it up when you more than a few times asked me to move out because "your neighbours saw me moving things in" or because "i used the toilet (4 times in total per day)" or because "i used the washing machine to wash my clothes", when I could have solicited compensation for your attempts at contract breaking. I was civil even when you said my grandma was old enough and should pass on already. I don't know how someone like you could be real.
Okay, enough role play. Dirty my blog nia.
On a lighter note, HEHE HAPPY APRIL FOOLS'!