When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends tonight..
Tensions ran high. But clearing of the air brought to light many truths, and untruths. But it's all good now, or at least I hope.
They say ignorance is bliss, and perhaps it was, but harmony after resolve is so much more.
Calvin was right. -oh btw, I've removed what you requested from the Bf's (:
"She has her faults, and I'm not unaware that she's flawed and imperfect, but then, who is a form of perfection?"
I guess many involved are reading this.
To the one whom I've ridiculed and scorned in my blog, I'm sorry, Jenn.
Besides her, I don't think I've let down or done anything nasty to anyone else. Truth is, regarding my own issue, I called the direct accused (yeah the one I live half a week with) to clarify, and that was all I did. The big 'trouble' arouse out of other problems which was probably long in the making, simply awaiting a slightly more severe catalyst to set them off.
One more thing, it's fine to bear grudges, Mister, but honestly. A grudge bore long after a rejection is plain stupid.
Okay, scratch that, I forgot this was supposed to be a peace and harmony for the win post.
To you, the cat fights have strained ties to the point of no return, but polite ignorance would perhaps be a better alternative to hostile ignorance. Your best friend convinced me of this one.
Yknow, I like to think I'm a 'feeling' person. Though I might view a person with dislike and disdain, I remember that growing pains are shared by all of us. I think I've blogged this before, can't remember.
Point is, I don't really care if anyone has issues with me whom he or she refuses to address, but on my side, it's all over now. Yeah, I'm no longer even gonna whine about the lies and words put into my mouth which makes me the victim of 'everybody's' hatred. It's stupid, and I've got better things to do with my life.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
; in my shoes
In all honesty, I feel beastly being unkind about this issue.
A lil guilty, but certainly not ashamed.
But how can you possibly blame me?
Hospitalised twice, numerous failed attempts, I know the trend clearer than the palm of my hand. More a cry for help, dears. Sherrie, a clubbing acquaintance of mine 3 or 4 years back made it first try. RIP, babe. So did another friend.
A favourite poem of mine begins with;
Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.
Don't worry, if you truly seek Death, he will, like a true gentleman, stop for you in his carriage of Immortality.
So I deem your act- immature, worthless (to retain a love, perhaps useful then), attention-seeking behaviour. Especially after your malicious or was it simply the need to gossip? deed.
"Eh she depressed lah, don't go disturb her."
"She depressed can anyhow say things meh?" -quotes Bernice.
Agree, naught? I'm finally off my medication for diagnosed clinical depression after 4 years. Does that give me special rights and privileges? Like, "Hey I'm depressed, so YO I CAN BE A BITCH AND YOU GUYS HAVE TO CLOSE AN EYE TO WHATEVER I DO."
I shouldn't be judgemental but depressed? *snickers. Sad, sure, like, 'I'm so sad my boyfriend broke up with me' or similar issues but somehow 'I'm so depressed, he broke up with me probably cos I'm a pathological rumour monger?' Sounds wrong, doesn't it?
Being nastier than I feel, Angry, cos this originally trivial case has led to a potentially bigger one that dug up old wounds. But fuck it, I'm sick and tired of it. Three sides to a story, yours, mine and the truth. Believe whatever you want from the mouth of a single one, I don't really care. Oh and judging from the scenerio above. "Hi, I've been depressed for four years. I see a psychistrist. I take anti depressants. I suffer from paranoia, so yay, I have a legitimate reason to forbid my boyfriend from talking to her, so just get over it?" Ha. Can? The latter, I reiterate is UNTRUE. Just ask my boyfriend lah. Geesh.
I wonder if I'm fuming, hurting, or chuckling.
Go away, sympathy, empathy. She deserves none.
A lil guilty, but certainly not ashamed.
But how can you possibly blame me?
Hospitalised twice, numerous failed attempts, I know the trend clearer than the palm of my hand. More a cry for help, dears. Sherrie, a clubbing acquaintance of mine 3 or 4 years back made it first try. RIP, babe. So did another friend.
A favourite poem of mine begins with;
Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.
Don't worry, if you truly seek Death, he will, like a true gentleman, stop for you in his carriage of Immortality.
So I deem your act- immature, worthless (to retain a love, perhaps useful then), attention-seeking behaviour. Especially after your malicious or was it simply the need to gossip? deed.
"Eh she depressed lah, don't go disturb her."
"She depressed can anyhow say things meh?" -quotes Bernice.
Agree, naught? I'm finally off my medication for diagnosed clinical depression after 4 years. Does that give me special rights and privileges? Like, "Hey I'm depressed, so YO I CAN BE A BITCH AND YOU GUYS HAVE TO CLOSE AN EYE TO WHATEVER I DO."
I shouldn't be judgemental but depressed? *snickers. Sad, sure, like, 'I'm so sad my boyfriend broke up with me' or similar issues but somehow 'I'm so depressed, he broke up with me probably cos I'm a pathological rumour monger?' Sounds wrong, doesn't it?
Being nastier than I feel, Angry, cos this originally trivial case has led to a potentially bigger one that dug up old wounds. But fuck it, I'm sick and tired of it. Three sides to a story, yours, mine and the truth. Believe whatever you want from the mouth of a single one, I don't really care. Oh and judging from the scenerio above. "Hi, I've been depressed for four years. I see a psychistrist. I take anti depressants. I suffer from paranoia, so yay, I have a legitimate reason to forbid my boyfriend from talking to her, so just get over it?" Ha. Can? The latter, I reiterate is UNTRUE. Just ask my boyfriend lah. Geesh.
I wonder if I'm fuming, hurting, or chuckling.
Go away, sympathy, empathy. She deserves none.
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