One of those things that I despised the most is having someone controlling me full-time.
Exceptional case for parents.
Every single detail/instruction must be followed exactly.
Using nice ways to make me feel guilty for not listening?
Screw It.

And I've had enough of playing games.
This time, I wanna be in control equally.
I wanna be the one making decisions too.
I wanna be allowed the freedom to be unhappy just because.
I wanna be allowed the freedom to be frustrated just because.
I wanna be allowed the freedom to be unreasonable just because.
Think I'm selfish?
Well yes, I admit I am.
At least I do realised that, unlike some others.
But hey, aint pointing fingers.
Just being general.
So, dont think too much lovelys.

Reflect back.
I'm not trying to showcase a pity story here telling people to let me have my way.
That'll simply pass me off as an ungrateful spoilt brat.
I tell you.
Some are way more spoilt than that rotten cheese I see recently down the street.
Just that, everybody has the right to have their way.
In this case, for the best of both parties, COMPROMISE people.
Now, looking at the above, I have absolutely no idea what I've tried to say.
I'm no good with words. I dont usually use big words to state my point.
Well, at least I've tried.
It's alright if anyone of you dont understand what I've just posted at the above.
I'm in a temperamental state right now.
I get easily tired nowadays and my assessment week is nearing.
I gotta start hanging a "Do Not Provoke" sign around my neck.
That way, people will for sure get my drift.
Alright. Stop thinking that I'm unhappy or sad.
I'm just unsatisfied with things.
Then again, everyone is these days.



i knew it long ago.
but i decide to let it off.
now i cant seem to stop thinking about it.
maybe it shouldnt have begun.
maybe it shouldnt have been shown/said.
what if I'm thought to be the one taking advantage when I'm not?
(Only true friends know how I am.)
Maybe I already knew what I wanted.
The only thing that's stopping me from voicing out completely was fear.
Fear of losing. Fear of emptiness. Fear of rejection. Fear the sense of lost.

I hope Friday will come soon.
I need lots of doses of Sexayes love at the moment.
Right. And now,
I better stop my rantings here before I spout any more nonsense.

Dear friend,
what if it was a huge mistake to begin with?

Laterr.
-Love, Kae.