Thursday, September 24, 2015

Hold You Breath

Before I'm start writing and you start reading, I need you readers know something.

This, this is might hurt you.
This might makes you sick.
This might makes you mad.
So read wisely and think before you say something to me.

I have this weight on my chest that I want to let go.
I've been mad over this past week.
Why? Because I felt like I've been used
And that's makes me sick.

I mean like, it is actually fine if you want to use me. That means I'm still useful to people I love.
But at least fucking respect me.

You can't just use me to fulfill whatever you need and then just gone. I feel like a whore.
And that makes me sick.

What? You don't like what I've done to you. Here's for you cupcake. Day in and day out I am dying to makes you happy, for a reason that we both know. And how dare you to do that to me.

Am I tired? Of course I am.

Truth to be told, I would prefer you said to me about what's going on. That would be so much better.

A relationship with a secret is a time bomb.

When there is no clarity, both will drowned in insanity.

Well, I can't change what was happened.
Like your friend said, I should back up.
And no, I won't back up a lil'.

I will back up for good.

Maybe your life will be better without me.

Thank you for your time, and yes you could have a "chat" about me again. Like your friend just told me.

I won't give a fuck.

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