FUCK U, again.

You piss me off. And it's not even your fucking fault. I know this pent-up anger is not justifiable. In fact, it can never be. And I'm not going to find excuses to justify my fucking actions. This is honesty. If you can't deal with it, then that's just too fucking bad. Cos I don't have to conform to anyone. Not even you. And even if my actions are not justified in any bloody way, that still don't and won't stop me from being pissed off. I don't even fucking care if I have an ego as big as elephant's shit. Cos that's just the way I am. And I don't feel like changing that bloody way.

And let's just be honest. I don't have the patience in me. It's like, my patience tank is running dry. The word is angst. And I just can't cure this angst. Sometimes, I can burn my lungs all day and wish that I get down with some terminal disease at the end of it. That's how much angst I have. And I hate the things that I go through. The things I see, assume, hear, assume, feel, assume, think, assume, imagine and assume again. And again. And again. That's how fucked up I can be. And that's how fucked up you can make me be.

And it's not even funny. You make me sick. I hate it when everyone pretends as if they have so much love in them; they have to share some of it. And the next day, they're gone. The fuck is that?! Fuck you. Or at one time, you can be the bestest of friends, and the next second, you pretend like you don't even know each other. And fuck that. Cos I don't even believe in this shit no more.

So, kiss my ass. Shut up. And piss off.

p/s: It has got nothing to do about me being left abruptly, cos I myself didn't want to go to the twins' house. I just wanted to go home and fuck everyone up.