Friday, September 30
your bloody fault.
Don't think too much. That line or phrase or whatever you call it is probably the line or phrase or whatever you call it, that i hate the most. Wait. I don't hate it. I loathe it. *writes it down on an ugly piece of paper and crushes it*
Why do people keep telling other people when the other people have told him countlessly that it's not like that sit down and think about it. Things come to mind without you knowing. We may not want to think about it but it's in our mind and it's not that small to just ignore it. So why can't people understand?
Some things aren't just as simple as other things. You understand that, yes? So why do you still tell me
not to think too much? Oh God... I swear. If one more person tells me that, I will strangle that bloody person to death. What kind of person do you think I am huh? I don't make myself think of bad things. They stick in. They don't move out.
Maybe it's not the things in my mind that drives me crazy. It's you people who seems to love using that bloody phrase or line or whatever you call it, that drives me crazy.
If I die, it's your damn fault.
