third side of the coin

there’s really nothing much to fuss or fudge about. life’s a blissful bitch and a bitchful bliss.
some kids like it when i speak my mind, the others dont. but really, this is my own blog. if you find this offensive, leave it alone, go away, take some substance and go dizzy.  i couldnt care less.

i’m semi-bitter and a lil sour this afternoon. you know how sometimes some ppl from the past comes back and demands to have  aplace in your life? the same kids that left you down to rot and simmer in the moment. i’d never believed in payback. i like fixing, but i find myself jinxed. some of the closest individuals i’ve had the pleasure to know had, in repetition, betrayed, abused or just pissed on my trust and harboured this uncontentment, and i’ll be the one apologizing.

of course it hurts when they speak of the past, reminiscing the good times. of course i do miss them. but i had never intended to forget how it weighs out with the bad times, the crude endings and the damned dramas. how can i allow anyone, that had stepped all over me, to come back, saying hey, i’m/we’re sorry, lets start over?

woe betide me, i’m a childish technicolour dreamer, but fook you if you ever try taking that to your advantage again. if you’re stinged by this, then it’s probably you i’m refering to.

yes. fuck you.