I always have been a loner deep down. I have always charted my own road. Gone into uncharted territories. I know that everything, right from my choice of the proffession of which I would be a part, right down to who my partner would be, has been essentially my choice. And I still stand by what I have chosen to do.
I am insecure. And I make no bones about it. I do not know what makes me so insecure. I know that there is nothing to be so insecure about. It is just that there are some people out there who would not give up their pursuits because of lame excuses. Savour this excuse:
Who the f*** is asking you to take it? How am I concerned with you? How am I even concerned with what YOU feel like? Hello!! I think this is about me and her, not about you! And as for she crying, I am there to take care of it!
To those of you out there to whom none of this makes sense, please do not even try to. It is not supposed to make sense. None of it ever is. I guess that is how the whole f****ng world works. I cannot take it any more.
Truly, sincerely, dedicatedly yours.
GET THE F*** OUT OF HER LIFE... SHE IS MINE AND MINE ALONE... I HATE SHARING. UNDERSTOOD?
Call me Possessive. Yes, I am. Call me non-understanding. Yes, I am. Blinded by my own beliefs. Yes, I am. Call me a b*****d. Yeah, I am.
S**** did this. S**** did that. S**** is such a sweet guy. S**** helped me out when I was in need, mental and physical. F***.
I HATE THAT NAME. I HATE THAT NAME. I HATE THAT NAME. I HATE THAT NAME.
I SHOULD GO F*** MYSELF. NEVER SHALL I BE A NICE GUY AGAIN.