venting

The world is not as beautiful as I thought after all.
Do I really have to endure these sh*ts for the rest of my life?
Are there going to be more of these people-who-are-not-fit-to-call-themselves-humans coming into my life?

I realised that I had been so protected in the past.
So protected that I thought the evils and ugliness of this world only exist in movies and tv serials.
Okay, i've heard of kns people.. but lucky for me, they were never near me.

But suddenly, these kns people are popping out one by one... and I before I even begin to learn on how to deal with them, they've tried dealing with ME.

I've never liked talking to people whom I dont like, or whom I think are fake.
I would feel very uncomfortable, then I'll just shut up and not talk at all.
But now, I've changed into someone that even I dont like.
I've changed into someone who can joke and laugh with people whom I dislike.
That seriously disgusts me. Okay, you might say it's good.. and I know it is, in a way.
But sometimes, I dont feel like pH anymore... i feel like some.. faker.

And there are so many unfair things lying around.
For eg, Bobo made a mistake. Chacha scolded him severely.
Next, Guru made the SAME mistake. Chacha said, "oh, you must have overlooked it accidentally.. it's ok. it's not your fault."
Even the dumbest asshole alive knows that this is BIASNESS.
But hello? Where is justice? Equality?
They really should carve (part of) the singapore pledge on their foreheads.
And the worst thing is, no one can't speak up for bobo.
Cos even I, the next-to-dumbest-asshole-alive know that obviously chacha will stand by bobo, through thick and thin, through fat and skinny.

Sometimes, I really feel like shouting "CUT! Stop acting anymore. We know u're bias so stop finding excuses, a**hol**!!" to those people.

But can I? NO. I have to bloody learn how to accept all these and PRETEND NTH IS GOING ON.

And the above is just one example. If I were to list down all, I would be typing till my 22nd bday liao.

And to this "special" someone out there: Stop being so sensitive to think that people are picking on you when WE ARE SO BUSY THAT WE DUN EVEN HAVE TIME TO FART, let alone find time to pick on you.




If this is what growing up is like, I want to go back to the past.


p.s: this entry is NOT talking about any of my friends who has this blog address. So dont anyhow think okies
p.p.s: I know I must learn to just heck care and accept all these.. before my blood pressure shoots sky high -_-
p.p.p.s: Sorry for any vulgarities used.