White Sheep on a Blue Hill

"I do not want life to imitate art. I want life to be art." - deliverance of ideas

8:30 AM

too cold? too harsh? too straight forward? can't stand it? fuck the world up side down. i don't see i'm in the wrong this time. i just want to answer your question fast and short. i don't understand why so mad. i seriously don't see the need to. it's just only a trip. i didn't go around telling the whole world or text everyone in my phone book OR make a report to my mummy that my trip is cancel. i don't know why become like this. i just find that it's too hard to handle, too hard to understand. too complicated to comprehend.

now, today, forever, i never want to comprehend. because i don't see the need to and i'm so sick of this shit. conversation becomes quarrel every time. i guess very little people tell you about your negatives. or i guess no one dare to say it. now, let me tell you. you're too bossy. you think you are the "queen" and people around you is "your men". you always take control of people.

it's fine that you don't appreciate or believe my "thanks". which i really thanks you from the bottom of my heart. i smile when i saw an envelope on my table and i smile even widely when i open and i even concentrate reading what you wrote in the greeting card. and now you said this to me. "I don't think you're happy about the card either." shit you. this matter borders me so much and make me feel so frustrated the whole day.



fuck it, damn it. "books, like friend. should be few and well chosen."

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