I was never this disappointed
in my whole existence so far.
It is more hurtful than
when my friend once backstabbed me
before,
nor when I was sadly ignored by
a supposedly claimed by that person himself
-my best friend-
to which resulted with me stop believing in
true friendship anymore.
And this feeling is more devastating in effect than other insignificantly frequent
sad, tragic stories of my life.
It's so "To whom I should complain?" tragic kind of thing,
yet I can't help myself but say "Fie, fie" many, many times- which can loosely mean " bugger" in modern-yet-mild sense.
Oh.
This pretentious naivete sucks.
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