There's just time that I feel trapped within my own willingness. I want to reach out to other people, trying to lend a helping hand. At the end of the day, I got confused. I don't enjoy doing any good things anymore. People never start appreciating, people instead start taking advantage of my pure sheer goodness. And no, I'm not willing at all starting from now. If excuses and lies are all it take, I take my chances. Being nice to people don't count me a saint, being nice to people results in unhappiness so why should I start anything that sounds unpromising at the first place?
You may question me, why? Why the sudden move?
That's life, right? You don't judge people correctly. I'm getting sick of being mistreated, being depended on all time, taking all the orders, listening to awful music and withstanding all those shitty behaviours. YES. I'M SO SICK OF IT, I CAN LITERALLY PUKE.
No, I hated your music.
No, I hated your drama.
No, I hated your order list.
No, I hated your disturbance.
No, I hated your goal.
No, I hated my entire life here.
I just want to get out, be secluded and live my god damn life.
'Coz apparently, there's nothing to offer me here. How much I miss my old friends? Damn much. They treat me like the way it should be.
I WANT TO BE WITH THEM.
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