Thank you

Lots of things on my plate now.

and

all I can think of is....
..
..

fuck my life.

It's not fair when you wait for someone, and they end up screaming at you.
It's not fair that all your hard work's credit goes to someone else.
It's not fair when you try to give up, but your heart tells you otherwise.
It's not fair when the things that run through you mind are problems, not real thoughts.

Fuck It.
Life's just isn't fair.

Listen to me

I'm tired.


Weary.
Exhausted.
Worn-Out.
Bushed.
Dead Beat.
Drained


Got that?

I'm fucking tired.

Retards

When you people do this to me, it makes me realize how independent I am, how mature I am, and how I can handle any situation after a rough day in college. Some of you are older than me, some are younger, but that doesn't mean that you can take things for granted and push me around.

I'm in college for pete's sake. You people just laze around and socialize. What happened to your words 'I can survive not having help around the house'. What happened to that?

But yet again, I am 22, and living my life as if I'm married and has kids. So, this is pretty good training. Right? Though I don't need the extra chores and extra stress, I have to live with this. Every. Fucking. Day.

Then again, we'll see who survives later in life. I know I'm going to be the toughest, you guys taught me how. Let's just see who'll win the biggest life challenge to come, GROWING UP.

I'm sure I'm going to be independent, mature-thinking, and fucking survive. I can't wait for you guys to come to me for help in the future. I'll laugh it off and say 'Fuck you for messing with my supposedly carefree years, so now, go figure how to grow up'

Responsibility by all means being able to take care of stuff. You people can't even be responsible for your mistakes, how are you supposed to be responsible for yourself? Boo-hoo. Loser much?

Thanks retards, by being the lazy ass people you are, I am aware of my responsibility then, now, and in the future.

Now come and fuck around with my life.

prepuberty

I can't shake this feeling I have.

I'm going to be alien to him, them, you.

I miss those days where all I have to worry about is how baggy my pants are, and how cool I speak.

I miss those days when I thought yo-yos was the must have item, and handball was the ultimate sport.

I miss those days when I can only speak one kind. No drama, no relationships, no crisis.

I miss those days where I used to jog over to 'Padang D' to play on the monkey bars, and show off those new skills I learned before.

I miss those days when I wore track pants and sweat pants everyday.

I miss those days when my idea of shopping was going down to the bookstore and buying new toys that I can throw away the day after.

I miss my childhood, I miss my pre-puberty ages.

Effing Idiot

These tears may fall,
This voice may scream,
The scream might echo,
and the echo might fade.

This light will shine,
in time the bulb will burn,
The spark we have will simmer,
The relationship we have will be gone.

No matter how hard we try,
No matter how much tears we shed,
The trust is gone,
and so will our mourn.

You, We, Us, Me.
What does that mean to you?

You're just like everybody else,
Figuring what I do revolve around you.

I have a life,
So will you have one, too?