BztHoUgHtS & kISSeS
This is my world. BZ's world
My loudspeaker.
An outlet for my emotions.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
I should shut myself up. Why make myself miserable? Why do I care? Why do I get so bothered? Confuscious said "Do upon others what you want others to do upon you." Apparently it doesn't apply to the world I live in anymore. Everyone is for themselves. The world is theirs. I sense the coldness. I'm freezing. Friends that I once thought was friends. "You're weird." "You think too much." Lovers that I once thought was lovers. "You're demented." "You're mad." "What do you want?"
Don't ask me for opinions then stab me by saying I'm such a perfectionist/slave driver and all those bullshit. I can swore to the sky, the trees and even the earth that whatever parts you did, I did more than you. Please, stop tormenting me. I play no games of yours.
Don't say you love me when you don't want to understand my thoughts. I'm no one's puppert. I don't need companionship nor sympathy.
Don't pile responsibilities on me so as to point fingers at me if anything goes wrong. Unless you pay me millions, I tolerate no bullshit like this.
I told ALBT that I want to be a plant next life. He just shrug it off. Well, I meant it.
I'm tired. Everybody is just telling me that I'm thinking too much. But did anyone know why exactly or what exactly I'm thinking? I wouldn't listen to you and force you to listen to me anymore. I'll talk to myself. I'll go walk my own path.
Sometimes I use my madness to hide my sadness, "lameness" to hide my sorrow, anger to hide my disappointment... But the tears are real...
