i wonder why you have so many bad things to say to me behind my back but you can’t say it to my face.(you broadcast it through twitter, ym etc.)
i wonder how you can sleep at night knowing all the lies that you’ve made up.
i wonder how you’re still not aware of the fact that it is bad to make up stories just to make yourself look better.
i wonder why you’re not mature enough to handle your issues by yourself.
i wonder why you won’t leave me alone.
i wonder why you think you matter so much.
so you got my attention, are you happy now? are you happy that at least through this blog entry you’ll feel that you’re at least still alive? that through this blog entry i wondered about your delusions and why you can’t seem to get a life? that at least through this blog entry you can convince yourself that talking shit about me is okay because i’m a horrible person for making this blog entry?
there’s nothing sadder than a person in a room full of people but feels very much alone. a person who has so much to say but no one to talk to. a person who dreams of so many things but no one to share it with.
but i don’t feel sad for you, i’m not even angry - don’t flatter yourself. people are still laughing at you behind your back and i couldn’t care less. i won’t waste my time, i’m letting you be the fool that you really are.
you can twist this entry whichever way you want, it’s your handicap and i am not obligated to help you in any way.
i hope that in the five minutes that you’ll spend reading this you’ll get a kick out of it and relish those five minutes that yes, at this point in time you were a topic in my blog.:)
thank you for caring so much.:) i wish you nothing.
ps. i was kind enough not to talk about your made-up stories in detail as it might offend other people.