Why? Why? Why did I even bother in the first place? WHY? Dammit, why?! I feel like screaming my head off right this very minute. Sometimes, he's nice. Sometimes, he's not. Bloody hell, I feel like a fool.

Know what? Fine. I shall not bother YOU anymore. You wanna behave that way, then that's the way it shall be. Formal rite? I'll show you what formality is. Gdness, I am so angry right now. I try to be nice and this is what I get. Cold treatment. So fine. Whatever.

And him. The other fella. I hate men who go around the bushes. Who likes to twist his words. This is not a guessing game alright. I'm done with all these stupid mind games. I'll read it as it is. I cannot be bothered to read between the lines. I'm exhausted from all this shit. Ya know? Exhausted? T.I.R.E.D.

The 4 letter word is just dying to come out of my lips (or rather fingers) right now. *takes a deep breath* Shall not care. Shall go home. Shall put on the music. Shall take a warm bath. Shall indulge myself during dinner. And then get lost in the world of witches, wizards and warlocks. A bloody thick book is a gd way to de-stress sumtimes.



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