Before I go on with my indirect assault/insult to anyone out there who might think I'm referring to him/her, let me just remind you and also myself that REALITY is not just a 7 letter word but it has alot of meaning to it. So I've decided to rip off the actually meaning of it to emphasize my point.
Reality -
something that exist or happens: something that has real existence and must be dealt with in real life
So if you can't accept reality, is it my fault? Am I to blame for your fate? Well, let me just paste the memo on your work desk just in case you missed the memo I gave you before. See, I don't plan and schedule your life. I don't decide when you do this and that. And hell no do I decide your happiness. It's all fated and it's really up to you on how you want to take it in. Like it or don't like it, it has already been served and please I don't do 'item voids' because apparently I don't have the bloody password for doing so. Oh wait, do I hear a complaint? Do you need a map to go to the headquarters to make your stand agaisnt this thing called REALITY? I'll be more than glad to show you to the door.
See dear, I'm not here to make you happy. And neither are you here to make me happy. (So now it's more direct to the opposite sex. Go figure) Though at times, or most of the times, you make me smile but we don't share a common interest in life. Sorry to say, I'm the kind of guy who will only give in if I know I can afford it. I broke hearts along the way and vice versa but we all have to move along. We can't always get what we want. And now I'm still learning about how to say 'NO' to people and maybe in the process of learning, I could try saying 'NO' to cigarettes too.
I know how much you want this to happen and so do I. You should know me by now on how busy I can get with my work. And I think I deserve a break. I'm slowing down a little on my school work and I've dropped most of my commitments. I want to breathe for awhile. Can't I have that? Can't you just let me breathe. Can't you just let me see life outside this box? I don't want to sound mad and neither do I want to sound crude but dear, I'm really tired. I really am. I just want a day when I can really sit down and tell my friends, "Busy? No not today"
There's always another day. There's always another time. He won't run away from you. And you know I'm willing to help you out another time. But why give me that look? Why that attitude? Why that freaking FUCKED up face?! Why the tug? Why the push? What the FUCK do you want from me? You want me to make you happy? I can't even make myself happy so how the hell am I suppose to know how to make you happy? I don't even know you that well to admit that you're more than a friend. Well FUCK this whole shit and FUCK the people that keep FUCKING around with this shit. Well, FUCK this entry. To sum it all up, you can go FUCK yourself and while you're at it, think of how FUCKED up this FUCKING reality shit can be.
.: SaY WhaT YoU WaNt :.
