the other day, i wrote about my 2 favourite people. today, i'm writing about 2 people i USED to love.
my fluff girlyou fabricate your life with narrative colours to get that uplifting and attention you crave from people who don't seem to care. in the process of doing so, you crush the people who loved you from the start, when you were just being you. you were always there for us, and we weren't, you claimed. tell me then, why were the rest of us clinging on to each other without you?
as much as i want to be able to trust you, i just can't. you make it seem as if lies are better than the truth, because to you, the truth is just too bland. but how colourful can a black and white portrait get?
so, goodbye. you said we were born to compete, the 2 fighting cocks forced to compete, though of the same species, in our case, blood. but you dont realise that you have evolved into a real fighter with no heart. all you think of now, is to fight till you're satisfied. till you see me breathless in that little box.
but you won't now. coz you haven't won. it was just a forfeit cos i walked away.
my ex-cavatedshe's beautiful, and you are too. you both have so much in common so stop shoving it in my face. i bet she doesn't have brains, cos u don't, and you both seem to click really well.
summary speechthe above, could be my affidavit for a petition of nullity. it was a great saturday for me, with a pack of menthols, zappel, and instant noodles. until he started chatting to me. i hate it when he knows that i clearly don't want to have anything to do with him, yet, i still want to maintain that friendly bond just for old times sake. and he shoves his new love life, and how good he's been in my face. and gives me the feeling that the 'old times' are just not good enough.
if i could, i'd write a letter of demand to the abovementioned people, demanding the time, and effort i put in back then. then we'd all be even. ungrateful buggers. where are the REAL people?
happy fabricating.
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