//RANT
I know it’s wrong to go and write a rant on your first ever blog in months, but i do think that i deserve to get this one out.
First and foremost, i really don’t care if you read this, or not, but just in case you do, ngayon palang, i’m telling you to FOCK OFF*Kelly’s Accent*(sorry, big fan ako ng misfits.) Anyways, yeah. I suggest you stop reading now.
No, everything isn’t going great. Yes, i lied. I said i was okay, but in reality, i really ain’t okay. This thing, whatever you may call it, is obviously going DOWNHILL for the past few weeks —correction, PAST FEW MONTHS. Yes, and i am not a pussy to admit that. I held on right? I mean seriously, i did my best to put an effort into bringing things back to the way it was before. I sacrificed so much already, and yet, i don’t even get recognition for it cause all you ever cared about is how you’d feel. You never figured things out by yourself. I always had to explain everything cause if i don’t, you’d never get it right.
I get mad, cause my anger gauge is at its peak already, and it just keeps on getting higher especially when you don’t realize who you’re talking to anymore. I am not your pare, i am not your bitch, and i am definitely not your average kind of friend. You don’t deserve to call me PARE. And neither can you say that I CAN’T AFFORD GIVING YOU BACK THE THINGS YOU GAVE ME. That just made me snap. Ano, gusto mo ng bag? gusto mo ng t-shirt? Gusto mo bayaran ko lahat ng ginastos natin? You just went overboard there. And now that you’re asking me to give you your shirt back, well, you’re not only getting that, you’re getting back every single thing you ever gave me. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Imumudmod ko sa mukha mo ang KAPERAHAN MO. Isaksak mo sa baga mo lahat lahat. Magpakasaya ka.
I’m sick of this shit. It’s too much already. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you. I’m so full of your shitty pride. You deserve to be called an insensitive bastard. Moreover, you deserve to suffer. I’ve been putting up with this shit for a very long time already, and i do think that i deserve to be happy without worrying that my day wouldn’t end well. I don’t want to expect disappointment anymore.
look at me. I’m already ranting, and yet, i still manage to explain everything to you. I’m a mess. I don’t know what i want anymore. and so, till next time..
end//rant
