Sunday, March 28, 2010


I don’t know how you live, after what you have done to me.

I don’t know how you sleep at night, after what you have said to me.

I don’t know how you look at yourself in the mirror, after what you have caused to my heart.

I don’t know how you can smile, after you have made me cry my eyes out.

I don’t know how you can face the world, after the lies and deceits you told me.

I don’t know how you can look into her eyes, and said ‘I love you’ to me.

I don’t know how, I don’t know how, you can, you could, you keep doing that to me.

What I have I done to you to deserve these?

I don’t know how, I don’t know how, you can, you could, you keep doing that to me

But then, I guess I will never know. Because I am not a scumbag like you.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


Wake up in the morning feeling like a used tampon is not a good thing. Feel abused, for other people’s comfort? That is even worse. You keep thinking what is in it for me? Nothing. Nada. That is when you realize your life is just one big A-hole that keeps producing shit. Either way, you have to accept the fact that you will become the ‘it’ loser for the rest of your waking life. Sure, people said be optimistic and stuff, but don’t even say that you know how I feel if u know nuts about me.

Why is it that people started to bother when someone that used to care and love them is gone, out of their life and never coming back again? Just to play with that someone’s mind? Try to make them go nuts and try to play with their feelings again? For what? For pure entertainment and their own amusement? Don’t even say that you know how I feel if you know nuts about me.

Sick as it is, when you realize you will never get something or someone that you are used to take for granted, that is when you freaked out and did stupid stuff. When you realize this is it, I have to say goodbye. This is it, I cannot stay anymore. This is it, the end of everything.

Just go to that perfect someone that you claimed will put up with you for the rest of your goddamn stinking life. I just don’t care anymore how my life will carry out. Maybe it sucks, maybe all my predictions will come true, maybe it will improve a little bit if God and people have mercy in me, I just don’t know. Neither do you. I don’t want to know what is going on with the world anymore. Because the world just don’t care that I am alive or I am dead. Isn’t this what you wanted? To see me crumble and never get up? Well, good luck in seeing that for the next years of your pathetic existence.

Don’t assume and feel that you are such an important part of my life that I need to blog about you. I just don’t want to get into the whole mess of interacting with you and making you feel that you are worth my time and attention. You had your chances and you made your choice. I put up with your insults and the way you make me feel small and worthless. Congrats for that; what you did just make me realize I deserve better.