Can I punch someone’s face right now?
Yeah, I figured.
But you know, I’m beginning to rethink who my real friends are. I’m not pointing my fingers in a particular direction, but let me just say that the ‘drama’ these few days are enough to turn me into a typical, foul-mouthed, rebellious young adult.
I’m beginning to think that this happening might just change me permanently towards my friends. And I don’t want the innocent ones to be hurt, so I’ll try my best to refrain myself.
I may be bubbly, laughing, and carefree, but don’t you even DARE to claim that you know me, or assume that you know what’s going in my head.
I seriously mean it. DON’T YOU EVEN DARE.
Yes, I’ve been stepped and trampled upon before.
Yes, this is not the first time I’ve been hurt.
But this time, my heart was damaged in a painfully slow way, as if that person had intentionally wanted to cause me a slow death.
I’m still pissed, yes.
To the people I used to hold dear that are now the very people who caused this change, I have nothing else to say but:
If you were hoping that I would cry in guilt and feel hecka bad, that I would feel horrible about myself again, perhaps slightly worse than before, then I congratulate you. You have successfully did all of the above to me.
I hope you’re happy now.