Wednesday, August 23, 2006

the incredible sulk.

i think its a matter of time before i blow up, there's a limit to everybody's tolerance. i have a limit too, just that it seems incrediblely short. And someone is living on borrowed time.

i hate to be greeted by someone with a stuck up manner, almost every single day. asking repeated question and find silent the only reply. so get a grip, dont fucking behave like a deaf or mute. simply you have a problem with me, just screw the wall, i dont need any 'i think we should sit down and talk of our problems'.

i know my fault better than you do. if you cant take nonsense, i cant see the point in you living in this planet.

now screw off.







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