Yesterday, I said I was going to blog at night and was all in chirpy-fruity-loops-cheery mood as I had a Saturday full of happiness. But I think I was taken as a fool in happiness instead of being full of happiness. Apparently someone doesn't know how to count his blessings when he was given some.
What the heck you think I am? I effing wait for you like 1 whole month plus 6 hours at the airport and you decided to blow me off on Sunday? Am I someone you took on a roller coaster ride? All fun and jiggly but step out feeling nauseous and with head-thumping-temple-clouding?
I don't know what sense am I talking about as I am typing this. I don't know what I did to deserve listening to your lies. Starting to wonder what is right, wrong, the truth or lies. And you fucking dare told me that I should have TRUST you when you said you're going to call me and meet me when you come back?
Fuck. In less than 24hours time you decided to fuck up again with me.
I thought we can try to be better this time.
I don't know whether I should hate you. I don't know why am I still waiting.
I don't know what to feel now.
Please is all I'm asking for.
Short notes:
Probably you just love seeing me like this. But hey, if I could have waited 1 month and 6 hours for Saturday to happen, what makes you think I couldn't wait another day, month or maybe year?
