Maybe I'm being a bit of a social suicide, but then again. I'd let my anger and hate take over. I pumped up my hostility to 11. Misunderstanding happens, I didn't mind it, but things start turning uglier and soon I just engulfed myself in hate, hate towards a specific bunch of people who I'd spent a year with. Hate me back all you want hypocrites, for I do not care anymore. I'm going to stop caring, hating and holding onto any grudges I might have with you bunch. I may had been wrong, but you people had too. It takes two hands to clap.
You can't judge a book by it's cover, a cover may look old, wrinkly and dark, but the content CAN be a story about a young man learning to live a happy life. The same applies to people. You only look at my cover and thus make your judgement, without even bothering to look at the index. To be frank you have no rights to judge me. Some of us may had known each other for years, but I honestly believe that only around 2 or 3 people while excluding family truly understands me.
Those of you who know half of who am I must know the point of this particular paragraph, otherwise I do not think you would understand everything that I'm referring to; For all that I'd done wrong and mistakes that I'd made, I do not think I'm going to ask for an apology, do I want to be forgiven and to be loved? Of course, but sometimes I still retain some of my older self, and it tells me that I don't deserve anything. I'm not going to justify my actions, for most of them are truly wrong. Some of you never showed me signs that you consider me as a friend, and more often than not I only sense hatred, it's only fair for who I was back then, so hate me all you want, but I'm not going to apologize, perhaps my ego's coming in, but...I don't find it worth it sometimes.
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