You Lot Can Get Lost

i hate people. i hate people. i hate people. there's so much they dont know about me. they never will. stuck in their own pathetic narrow mind. they come out with false facts of me, they dont even know me!

even when i thought they already do, it always seems to be a mistake. see me just like the strangers do, like i dont spend half my time with them. they can say i'm emo for this, but they dont know how long i've been holding my tongue, how time can erase, or make it even more vivid. and for people i know to speak of me like i never show my true self to them disappointing.

sorry friends, it will do a lot of help to me if you guys take it easy and dont assume i'm talking about you and go all whiny. the girl just cant say anything right here only to make sure she doesnt hurt anybody, now how can things work out?

i just hate HUMAN right now, huh. its very frustrating. very saddening. beautiful, how the desire of longing for the presence of someone that knows you in and out and understands you and respects you and can talk to you well but not in the motherly way can make your tear drops.

i'm longing for the person i dont even know exists.

i'm so missing syahirah aisyah right now. i wont babble everything to her about how i feel, instead its enough just to hear her story. its always the other way around, and it works that way. she does not know me more than the rest of them do, but she is so different.

she doesnt think of me the way most of the people do, in the ways that ache.