July 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
Stares. I hate stares. Specially those annoying, strange and unpredictable one. When I get these, I started to feel blue, feeling down. Why does people have to that? What makes you think you’re better than me? I know I’ve did something bad back then. I know my past was as black as ebony but please, do some of you need to bring it up? Do you need to tell everyone about it? Is it fun talking, gossiping, discussing people’s lives when you have one too and does yours all perfect that allow you to judge and bad-mouth about it? No? I want to start a new leaf. I want something different. I want to change to someone better. But that would be a little hard since I am surrounded by people who sees me as a smudge on a white sheet.