the bitch is out
This issue that I’m facing is getting way out of hand. For the first time in my life, I know I’m doing the right thing. And in the end, it backfired. For once, I wanted to bury the hatchet. I wanted closure. All I wanted to do was help. But boy look at what I got. May be, both of us are just not meant for each other. No matter how hard I try to forgive and forget. No matter what I try to do to help, people will always view me as a bitch. A cold-hearted, sadistic, mean bitch. And this is the biggest problem of my life. I’m often misunderstood. People judge me. But do they really know who I am? Underneath the bubbly, cheerful mask that I wear is a person. A human with emotions. With a heart. With problems, sorrows, loneliness and heartache. Just because I happen to know how to carry myself doesn’t mean I don’t breakdown when I’m alone. Once in a while, to have a nice shoulder to cry on would be nice. to be given advice, for a change, could do miracles. But where art thou hiding? I can’t seem to find you. At least not in this world. I give up. I think my job as a people-pleaser, peacemaker, voice of reason ends here. I want out. Since no one seems to want to listen, I might as well S.T.F.U. (shut the fuck up) and watch as the disaster unfolds. For those involved, make sure you have your seatbelts on, cuz its gonna be a bumpy ride. Trust me. I should know. Been there, done that. BUT wait, who am I to advice you. After all, you know what you’re doing right?


