♥Monday, August 4, 2008;
11:52 PM
Sometimes, what I say is misinterpreted. Well, that's an understatement. It always is. And that bloody person unconcerned with the matter tends to feel offended. Like what the f*ck.
I'm used to being the person who has to bear all the shits. Even I have to take it from my Dad. But nothing upsets me most than a so-called 'friend'. I have bitched/backstabbed/publicly humiliated by a bunch of f*cknuts who never did deserve my kindness. And it hurts when you thought the people around you were better than that, only to have history repeat itself.
It's not a friendship when one person bears it all. It's not a friendship when one person takes the rap for a friend, only to have the friend stand idly behind while that person is being hated for whatever shit they did. It's not a friendship when one person is misunderstood to save your f*cking ass/face.
But it is in a friendship to sacrifice. Every little thing that mattered most to you, I'd give it all. When you need me, I'll be there waiting no matter how many times you walked out on me. Even when you hate me for 'protecting' you and even though all you saw was me 'controlling' you, I'd do what I have to as a friend and as a fellow human being.
I feel like a total idiot doing what I do. Oh, the brutality of it.
mew...
