There are a lot of things I really don't like. I won't call it bad luck really. It's just that bad things happen. I want change, for the better, but change is like skiing on thin ice; fragile, could make you fall into an abyss of black hole, could bring you to the beautiful destination you've always dreamed off.
There's a kind of person I despise most: the people who refuses to learn, won't admit that they are wrong, blame for every single thing in the world except for themselves. All in one.
"When the whole world turns on you, would you then look back at yourself?" Maybe the world has an abundance of bad people, but there are definite angels within us.
I am not someone good. No no, I am not.
But I want you to realise your own mistake and not just pay lip service. Heck if there's even an effort to say "sorry" instead of coupling up with some act of remorse. Even if it's an act, why won't you do it? God damn pride we have. I hate it. God damn useless pride. It's just a word. Word!
Wrong = apologise = "sorry"
I have no time for the bishy bashy, round and another round. This is not some spinning salad game please. It makes me so damn angry. If you have any beef with me, take it up, straight. Don't do things behind my back or do those small actions. Come on now, how have you not grown beyond 10 beneath that old skin? I wonder.
I dream for change even if it's too big, because that's what change is all about: nothing is ever impossible. Meanwhile, I'll learn to control myself.