//Chapter 12
Posted on 9.5.12



If I say the "me" that you used to know has changed,
would you still love me?
I'm sick of my presence.
I've changed.
I'm not the same anymore.
The presence of you not being here somewhat doesn't bothers me anymore.
Felt as though I'm taking things for granted, people for granted.
That isn't the "me" that I was neither do I wish to become.
WHY? I've become so not bothered anymore.
I'm getting tired and even tired of what is happening around me.
I really don't wish to bother anymore.
I really wish I can't be bothered.
I felt so busybody, so irritating, so petty, so Different.
Really felt so Different. I'm not "me" anymore.
I've become so impatient.
Everytime I try to talk, I just felt so angry for nothing.
I should just SHUT UP.
Like seriously.