Saturday, November 14, 2015

BYE PRESS

Shit man.
Annoyed and pissed now.

It's not like I choose not to attend, or that I don't go because I don't want to. What is your problem? -.-
My sudden image of you have deteriorate to the point of "FACKER" And you were so nice before like NICE. I'M NOT A PUSHOVER DUDE, I ASSUME I'M NICE TO THE POINT THAT YOU DECIDE THAT REPLY IS FINE? CAUSE IT'S NOT. I THOUGHT OF MEAN GIRL SUDDENLY OF HOW FAKE YOU ARE FROM THIS MOMENT ON.

Instead of making me feel apologetic with that sarcasm, I feel twice as pissed -.- Saying bye to the once great reputation I hold for you. GOOD RIDDANCE, THE FACT THAT I HAVE TO STILL FACE YOU CRINGE ME, WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE STILL SAYING BEHIND MY BACK THAT MADE YOU OH-SO-KIND OF YOU TO SAY IT TO MY FACE.

In fact, if you say that to me face-to-face, I might be able to comprehend it more calmly. BUT DUDE IT'S THROUGH A FREAKING SMS, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO. I HAVE LIMITS TO MY ANGER YOU KNOW. SAY IT FACE-TO-FACE IF YOU ARE A GUY LIKE SERIOUSLY.

Doing it behind a screen, like I do now, IS NOT GREAT. I DOESN'T GIVE YOU AS MUCH SATISFACTION THAN DOING IT UPFRONT.

Here's to the person who I thought you were that NEVER existed. B.Y.E

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