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Showing posts with label bitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bitch. Show all posts
Monday, July 8, 2013
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
:X:
Dear Bitchy Girl,
Please get out of my life. I don't know why I have to see you again and again. Face it, as much as you try, you're not even nice to look at, you know.
Don't you get it? Nah, I don't blame you entirely. We do have a common connection.. Him. He makes me meet you.. Over and Over again. I can't make out if He hates me, or loves you or loves that I hate you. Either way, He does make me hate you. All over again. Each time I feel like that was it.. there has to be a limit to your bitchiness. But apparently, you love challenges. That's a good thing. And you prove me wrong. That's not a good thing.
You don't have a limit. Or if you do, it certainly is beyond the current limits of my limited comprehension.
A lot of times, you have known what you have done. You have been responsible. Yet, you have staged the innocent girl. Pretence is your forte alright. Until I play your silly game, that is. Yes, everybody loves you. You can lap up the limelight.
But don't pretend with me. I'm the victim. And a devilish one at that.
I don't want to be you.
I choose not to be you.
I despise your facade.
In fact I think you’re like a wax doll.. the one that squirms to an undefined blob when temperatures rise beyond melting point. (Yeah, pun intended.)
On second thought, you’ll be the best museum artifact ever. No really, you will. (No, this isn’t even a pun.)
In other words, I'm sick of your shit. It’s yours after all. You keep it. The stench is enough to nauseate me anyway.
I was hoping we weren't meant to BE. But then, you proved me wrong. Yet again.
Till we meet again my louve,
Amita :)
PS. I am angry. And confused. And sad. I hate it when people don’t realize that they are not behaving right. They should behave themselves. They better behave themselves. There has to be a limit.
It’s hard. I don’t want to be the bitch.. but I feel like I am emulating some characteristics. Yeah it’s true, I don’t want to, I choose not to be like them. But I have to draw the line. Because they never will.. they’ll keep pretending .. keep pushing.. keep testing my patience and keep sucking my blood like dehydrated leeches.. till I finally rip them off my skin.
And even then, I get all the scars. Plus, I’m anaemic.
Deal with it.
Urgggh!
:X
Please get out of my life. I don't know why I have to see you again and again. Face it, as much as you try, you're not even nice to look at, you know.
Don't you get it? Nah, I don't blame you entirely. We do have a common connection.. Him. He makes me meet you.. Over and Over again. I can't make out if He hates me, or loves you or loves that I hate you. Either way, He does make me hate you. All over again. Each time I feel like that was it.. there has to be a limit to your bitchiness. But apparently, you love challenges. That's a good thing. And you prove me wrong. That's not a good thing.
You don't have a limit. Or if you do, it certainly is beyond the current limits of my limited comprehension.
A lot of times, you have known what you have done. You have been responsible. Yet, you have staged the innocent girl. Pretence is your forte alright. Until I play your silly game, that is. Yes, everybody loves you. You can lap up the limelight.
But don't pretend with me. I'm the victim. And a devilish one at that.
I don't want to be you.
I choose not to be you.
I despise your facade.
In fact I think you’re like a wax doll.. the one that squirms to an undefined blob when temperatures rise beyond melting point. (Yeah, pun intended.)
On second thought, you’ll be the best museum artifact ever. No really, you will. (No, this isn’t even a pun.)
In other words, I'm sick of your shit. It’s yours after all. You keep it. The stench is enough to nauseate me anyway.
I was hoping we weren't meant to BE. But then, you proved me wrong. Yet again.
Till we meet again my louve,
Amita :)
PS. I am angry. And confused. And sad. I hate it when people don’t realize that they are not behaving right. They should behave themselves. They better behave themselves. There has to be a limit.
It’s hard. I don’t want to be the bitch.. but I feel like I am emulating some characteristics. Yeah it’s true, I don’t want to, I choose not to be like them. But I have to draw the line. Because they never will.. they’ll keep pretending .. keep pushing.. keep testing my patience and keep sucking my blood like dehydrated leeches.. till I finally rip them off my skin.
And even then, I get all the scars. Plus, I’m anaemic.
Deal with it.
Urgggh!
:X
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