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Pissed.
Friday, April 03, 2009 9:01 PM| 0 comment(s) | add a comment.
Prolly you would think that i didnt care, all i care about is myself.
Yeah, maybe im such a person, maybe i really am, in ALL of your eyes.
For once, today, i opened up my eyes and saw.

When we were walking, i didnt know you had gastric, i didnt know you guys sat down. But then again, we still waited nevertheless. If i knew i prolly wouldnt have walked away.
Back at dance, when you were scolded my her, i didnt know. I wasnt there. How was i to know what she had told you. I know you needed some time alone. After someone came down and told us you were injured, i ran up the stairs despite the injury, you werent there, you didnt see, but i really did. But who cares anyway.
All of the rest of you thought i was faking my injury. YEAH YOU WISH.
At that point of time, i really didnt know how to comfort you. And there's no pretence about it. I dont care if you believe it or not. You could think im faking it, you could think im a self-centered bitch. But when i wanted to show you that i did care, it was taken for pretence. Some fake act a person would put on. If that is how you think then fine. I cant change your thinking. I tried talking to you today, and you gave me that effing cold stare, and ignored. So you cant blame us, and neither can you judge from your own point of view. We never said it was your fault. If you cant take criticisms, then forget it. Since you treat her as your true friend, we have nothing to say. Because i know, you will regret later in life, i can tell you that.

Fuck everything. Yeah you wished my injury was fake, nobody knows how bloody hell it hurts. Those cold hard stares you guys gave me when i told you it was painful, like as if im lying. Trust, hah. Such a word no longer exists in my life. If people could be trusted, i wouldnt have ended up in this state. Darnit.

I hope all's okay now.

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