If you think that I'm not going to improve fast enough;
or not good enough,
why not just tell me straight in the face?
Rather than beating around the bush and making me go through all this bullshit.
I'm just so sick of this.
And I'm upset that my 1st post in 2010 has to be about this.
Don't come and ask me what happened.
(If there's anyone who even reads my blog anymore)
Of course, its understandable that in this world,
there's no room for sentimentality.
Nobody looks at the amount of hard work you put in,
just the final result.
But somehow I still feel so hurt.
I'm afraid to ask around,
cause somehow there's this feeling that it's only me.
Come to think of it.
It feels like a practical joke on me.
Appear to help me,
then leave to to die on my own.
Maybe it was my fault.
I should've seriously considered it first when she gave that suggestion.
Now, it only feels like she made use of me to fill in that empty space.
or not good enough,
why not just tell me straight in the face?
Rather than beating around the bush and making me go through all this bullshit.
I'm just so sick of this.
And I'm upset that my 1st post in 2010 has to be about this.
Don't come and ask me what happened.
(If there's anyone who even reads my blog anymore)
Of course, its understandable that in this world,
there's no room for sentimentality.
Nobody looks at the amount of hard work you put in,
just the final result.
But somehow I still feel so hurt.
I'm afraid to ask around,
cause somehow there's this feeling that it's only me.
Come to think of it.
It feels like a practical joke on me.
Appear to help me,
then leave to to die on my own.
Maybe it was my fault.
I should've seriously considered it first when she gave that suggestion.
Now, it only feels like she made use of me to fill in that empty space.
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