Friday, February 8, 2008
if onLy i could make people understand . . .
it wouldn't be so hard being alone all the time.
doesn't it make you sick when you enter inside a room
where everyone always has a preconceived idea about you,
they summarize your whole story in their own versions
which isn't even close to what makes up the introduction.
people hate me sometimes because in their imagination, they want to hate me.
they say that im not an OKAY person, just because they want to think of me that way.
they hate how childish i am because in their minds,
i do not haf the ability to change.
they make stories of their own because to them, i do not have the story of my own.
its like . . .
some people limit themselves to consider those things
that are necessary in helping them to find out what person one really is.
in other words . .
some people find luxury in "hatting" or making rotten judgments
about almost everyone. :((
DON'T HATE ME.
PLEASE. :((
posted @6:57 PM
