Misunderstandings
One year, two years, three years, four years...
One by one, the years pass. One by one, minutes slipped past me. One by one, people leave me.
Yet, even though I feel sad, I will not hold back these people.
Perhaps one day, I will regret my decision, but I made up my mind. I will let you go. Even if I have to hurt your feelings, I will make you leave.
Because even if you stayed behind, you can still never enter into my world.
It is never hard to let go, because all it takes is to let go of yourself. Hence, I rather be the devil than the angel and hurt all feelings just to get people away from me.
Because even if you stayed behind, there's nothing that would benefit you in the end.
Today, I had a conversation. In it, a certain person told me that I was mean and that there was no such things as good or best friends because we never know what others are thinking.
Strange, don't you think, that she could call me mean when she herself said no one understands what others are feeling. Does she think she knew what I was thinking when I said those words? Or did she merely tried to show off things that I knew long ago, thinking that I do not know them at all?
I can never tell, because I am not her.
Twelve years... That's how long time has been for the two of us, don't you think? Funny, don't you think, that how the path the two of us started out on ended up with so many differences in the end. Yet, we always confide in one another, but those topics never linger for more than two sentences.
Do we really understand each other that we did not want to pain each other?
Or were we merely too busy to care about what the other was thinking?
Two weeks ago, I had been busy, so much so I left a note to say that I would be away till the a week later. In the death of the night on one very tiring day, I received a call that asked me if I was going out on Saturday to a certain event. I was tired, yet I wasn't asleep because I had to wait for my hair to dry. However, the opposite party had not pitied me for my tiredness and instead, thought I was lying to her, and just yesterday, when I asked her if we were meeting up to go out today, her reply was that she was going out with others.
If you wanted to ignore me, tell me so in the face.
I am resigned, to the fate that no one trust me. When people look at me in the eye, what do they really see, I have no idea. When I take a rest because I am tired, people come telling me that I am slacking. When I have never had anything to do with a certain person, people come telling me I have.
Enough.
What makes you think you know me if you say no one knows anyone deeply anyway?
What makes you think you have the right to trample over me just because you think you are high and mighty?
Let me tell you this: You are trash. You can never know me, if that is what you want to know.
Because I rather let wild animals into my life than humans. Humans just do not understand anything at all.
Don't misunderstand me, because no one is almighty.
Not me and definitely not you.
One by one, the years pass. One by one, minutes slipped past me. One by one, people leave me.
Yet, even though I feel sad, I will not hold back these people.
Perhaps one day, I will regret my decision, but I made up my mind. I will let you go. Even if I have to hurt your feelings, I will make you leave.
Because even if you stayed behind, you can still never enter into my world.
It is never hard to let go, because all it takes is to let go of yourself. Hence, I rather be the devil than the angel and hurt all feelings just to get people away from me.
Because even if you stayed behind, there's nothing that would benefit you in the end.
Today, I had a conversation. In it, a certain person told me that I was mean and that there was no such things as good or best friends because we never know what others are thinking.
Strange, don't you think, that she could call me mean when she herself said no one understands what others are feeling. Does she think she knew what I was thinking when I said those words? Or did she merely tried to show off things that I knew long ago, thinking that I do not know them at all?
I can never tell, because I am not her.
Twelve years... That's how long time has been for the two of us, don't you think? Funny, don't you think, that how the path the two of us started out on ended up with so many differences in the end. Yet, we always confide in one another, but those topics never linger for more than two sentences.
Do we really understand each other that we did not want to pain each other?
Or were we merely too busy to care about what the other was thinking?
Two weeks ago, I had been busy, so much so I left a note to say that I would be away till the a week later. In the death of the night on one very tiring day, I received a call that asked me if I was going out on Saturday to a certain event. I was tired, yet I wasn't asleep because I had to wait for my hair to dry. However, the opposite party had not pitied me for my tiredness and instead, thought I was lying to her, and just yesterday, when I asked her if we were meeting up to go out today, her reply was that she was going out with others.
If you wanted to ignore me, tell me so in the face.
I am resigned, to the fate that no one trust me. When people look at me in the eye, what do they really see, I have no idea. When I take a rest because I am tired, people come telling me that I am slacking. When I have never had anything to do with a certain person, people come telling me I have.
Enough.
What makes you think you know me if you say no one knows anyone deeply anyway?
What makes you think you have the right to trample over me just because you think you are high and mighty?
Let me tell you this: You are trash. You can never know me, if that is what you want to know.
Because I rather let wild animals into my life than humans. Humans just do not understand anything at all.
Don't misunderstand me, because no one is almighty.
Not me and definitely not you.
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