Happy 18th to me!

I’m thankful for what i have around me now. Extensive words not needed, no major paragraphs describing how appreciative i am either. Its at the stage where i know we know what we thinking and thats enough hua bu yong duo shuo hehe i love my friends, exclusively HEHE X 2 <3

As for bbylau, birthday wish: Please really change for the better for good times or the bad times. I dont want to say much, so long you're making an effort, i'm here to stay. If you chose to not think carefully before you act, i've done more than what an awesome girlfriend should and, though i'm happy doing so, i have done nothing but gave in my all and i didnt let myself down and that's that.
I love you very very much too, cant wait for the trip to Thai, really adore the perfume you gave me hehe thanks love i is ^^ when youre being nice to me heheheeeeeee <3

Unappreciated

Idw the kind of guy who fails to handle problems like a man, instead comfortably chooses to distract himself with hitting on/chatting up other girls to make himself feel better all in the name of ‘rage’ like it makes things okay, every single time.

Look, it may seems trivial and, comeon, suck it up girl. But hello no, the intensity of the methods used is proportionate, to the amount of options and capabilities a guy is open to. Are you gonna wait till you guys get married yadayada and he’s the breadwinner and you guys had a quarrel and he runs off with his say, his cash, he had everything, maybe a new and improved screw thrown in. The ways he chooses to distract himself, rises with the amount of assets he possesses.

You gonna risk waiting up at home in the night wondering and amusing yourself, betting against you in the mirror on what bullshits he’s gonna come up with this time? To feel unappreciated when everything you do the thought for him lies just in the shadow. Yet for him its different, he doesnt understand the implications of lying. It tears down trust and hardly easy to repair. Or he probably dont give a shit what it does to your relationship because ultimately, it just isnt important enough, to respect you. You can come up with all the theories in the world.
But in the end, you understand thats just how things is, he cannot change and will not change and accept the finality :]

Dooood you know what? You act all sorry, but you didnt even apologise.

Some people think that whenever they angry for some stupid reasons they assumed or made it up in their head, whatever bullshit they do to ‘get even’ is never wrong la sia, you keep quiet only let them kpkb they will fricking shit on your head.

*roll eyes look at this picture youre painting. Lets just say you surround yourself with idiots people would grind their teeth together and spit on, every parents would want them dead than near their kids (i’ve done survey and its the response i get hehehe) and youre looking more like one of them every minute!

Just cause i’ve been nice, doesnt mean you take it for granted, AS USUAL? Dudeeeee youre unrepentant man, that i can see! Dont push it and come test water with me, i know more than i let on okay. I seriously doubt your mentality and maturity, how you try to ‘get even’ at the slightest thing i’d have laugh if its funny omg. Grow up, and learn to cherish something you treasure. If you dont, too bad! I’m waay over trying. You dont have to be glad i tried so hard to save ‘us’ anymore, its all lips service my darling i can say i’m Monkey King also, i dont see you learning to treasure this r/s in any way, so be it i aint gonna bother if the next thing blows up and all i can say is with the time you’ve given me, i’ve grown to be better than before

He may look the same, he may sound like him, but he’s no longer who he used to be.

Suicide is just a moment.

For a moment , it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself:
Is this it? You start thinking that you’ve known this was coming all along, but you don’t know if today’s going to be the day. And if you think about it too much, it’s probably not. But you dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you stare out a nineteenth-story window and you think, i could just do it. I could just do it.

And most of the time, you look at the height and freak out, or you wonder about the mess your blood is gonna make.

And the moment’s over.

You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your mom and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know, the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away safely in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek. The puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same.

Like the bile rising in my throat, perhaps she should let herself fall.

The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in the moment when she look down, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead, a single fucking moment in the air.