“As long as the stars shine down from the heaven. Long as the rivers run to the sea. I’ll never get over you, getting over me.” It’s the song playing right now. Don’t get me misunderstood, okay?
Sometimes, it’s not about what you see with your naked eyes. Those people who laugh a lot are the ones who cry oceans of tears inside. And I’m one.
We met again. And by this time, it really had passed through my heart. It created a teardrop from my eye. It was a total eyesore to me. But I don’t think I should feel this way. I don’t have the right to get mad at him for whatever he does or whoever gets near him. We’re over, for a long time now. We’re just friends. We’re friends now, but we don’t talk to each other. We don’t ever let our eyes meet. I won’t ever let our eyes meet. I want to seek revenge. Revenge? What revenge? Why should I? Is there anything I should seek revenge for? He’s not doing anything bad. That’s what he wants to do, so let him! And this is what I want to do, so I’m living my life the way I want. But Chie (not her real name), she’s just a whore. She’s so flirt, trying to get his attention; and every guy’s attention; sitting next to him right when I arrived, I guess she did it on purpose. And Gee, trying to act like he’s making me jealous, I know. That’s what he always does because he knows what I would feel. He’s just so mean. And Chie, too! She’s too mean. That’s what she is, too! Flirt. Whore. Promiscuous.
It’s almost one, I have class. I gotta go.
“Just gonna stand there and hear me cry. But that’s alright because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie.”
1 comments:
It's a nice piece though.
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