you don't know how selfish some people can get.
and they don't even care about it.
they don't care what people think.
some at least when they realised it, they try to change.
but some just DON'T CARE.
you tell them straight in the face.
they don't give a damn.
that made me really sick.
i shudder to think of them.
it was initially one person.
but it spread throughout the group like a plague.
now the whole gang's caught that disease.
and they JUST DON'T CARE.
a lotta people hate all of you, alright.
every single friggin hair on your bodies.
don't think you're popular and everybody loves you.
you just make people sick to their stomachs.
don't think that the way you dress nicely and act like you're pretty
means everyone has noticed you.
well they noticed you.
and felt disgusted.
that's how i feel too.
YOU DRESS LIKE SLUTS.
YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED.
your heck-care attitudes made everyone despise you.
and your acted-up angsty attitude.
seriously, you think you're cool?
you follow behind people's asses.
you don't have a style on your own.
you COPY.
whatever kind of music you listen to are music that popular people listen to.
and sometimes you're so far behind in music that
whenever you talk to me about those songs,
i'm already sick of them.
you are so outdated.
don't try to act punk.
cos you'll never look cool.
punk only belong to people who have their own style who truly believe in themselves.
you believe in other people, for God's sakes.
don't make yourself believe you like rock music.
cos you only think it's cool after i've gotten addicted.
SO LONG after i'm listening to it.
yeah you really follow behind people's asses.
MY FAT ASS.
and stop those vulgarities please.
i'm saying the word please cos you dunno how everyone think that's crude coming from girls.
i'm helping to spare you from further humiliation.
you're friendly only to your own gang.
all of you look down on others.
and you FLIRT like there's no tomorrow.
you don't even spare the young ones.
stop touching them when you talk to them please.
i bet they feel really dirty when touched by you.
you carry out conversations with your mouth, not your hands,
in case you didn't know that.
you think you're friendly?
you're friendly only to guys, come on.
and you gossip like fuck.
nothing can escape you.
you don't have your own opinion.
i think you're such a dumb-wit bimbotic sluttish person you don't even know you don't have your opinion
in everything even if it slaps you in your ugly face.
black is so not your colour cos your true colour is PINK.
stop buying black stuff cos you look like shit in them/with them.
well i guess you don't look nice in EVERYTHING.
even if you're coated with my shit.
stop those hokkien words.
you don't even know what they mean please don't spoil the culture.
it's not cool.
again, i think it's crude.
sounds really disgusting with English, really.
I WON'T FORGET THIS.
YOU COPIED MY IDEA OF MY ESSAY AND SCORED HIGHER THAN ME.
WHEN I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO LEAK TO YOU THE FRIGGIN QUESTION.
YOU STOLE MY IDEA!!
AND YOU DARED TO BE HAPPY ABOUT YOUR RESULTS.
AND ONCE AGAIN, YOU WERE STUPID ENOUGH NOT TO EVEN NOTICE
THAT YOU STOLE MY IDEA AND GOT HIGHER MARKS.
AND THAT I WAS ANGRY!!
WHY ARE YOU SO INSENSITIVE TO PEOPLE'S FEELINGS?!
YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!
WHATEVER THAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME, YOU DIDN'T CARE!
I SUPPOSE I'M SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT GONNA CARE,
OR EVEN WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY TALKING TO YOU.
I WILL NOT, GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS.
rock and punk are not your style.
it has never been and never will be your style.
cos you don't have a style.
your style can change overnight.
you don't have a friggin mind of your own.
you follow others.
that's what you'll do for the rest of your life?
honestly i'm sad.
FUCK
to think i thought i was your best friend.
i don't care now.
PLEASE CONTINUE DOING A GOOD JOB OF EXPANDING YOUR 'HATE YOU CLUB'.
i'm one of them.
[this is not a bitching post, cos i haven't revealed THEIR names.]
for all i know, this may become the official blog to bitch about THEM.
but this is not bitching.
it's only my feelings of sadness.
don't even thinK that i'm angry.
i'm not gonna be angry and harm my health over you.
cos i'm matured enough to know that THERE ARE SHITTY PEOPLE LIKE YOU IN THE WORLD.
unlike you, always angry over certain things.
this and that this and that.
i hope you die early.
i won't even attend your wake.
cos you'll look ugly in your casket.
I HOPE YOU DIE AND BURN IN HELL.
I HOPE SATAN STICKS A NEEDLE IN YOUR EYE.