hate

i'm feeling angry and bitter as i read my past diary entries.

i think i once mentioned that reading past entries can serve 2 purpose. It allows you to reminisce on sweet memories, it also brings out the angst in you.

this time, i'm experiencing the latter.

i hate that fucking guy.

guys who whisper sweet nothings are more dangerous than guys who don't even give a damn.

i learnt that lesson. at least the latter is honest about his feeling. as for the former, they're out to deceive and twist the knife that went through your heart.


i totally lose all respect for you and your fucked up ideals you've shared with me. i won't believe a thing you say and you've made me realised that even though my ex was crap at being a die-hard romantic, at least he didnt cheat on me unlike you. you blew this entire thing. i hate you for hurting me.

go eat shit.