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Saturday, September 4, 2010
I'm going to make myself clear.
Once and for all.
The reason why I decided to not talk to you.
You said I only think about myself right?
Have you wondered why am I this way?
Maybe you hadn't thought for me that single bit before.
Maybe you had, I won't know because I'm not you and you're not me.
Maybe you won't know what you do to hurt friends.
Because, you're doing it and you're not your friends.
Maybe you think, you changed for the better like how I thought I did.
But because you have not seen yourself from another view.
You wouldn't know.
I can state examples of you neglecting me.
I can state examples of you hoping not to be in the same team as me.
I can state examples when you decide to leave me out.
I can :) . Can you?
Maybe I had did the same way.
But I clearly know I never treated the way you treated me after that.
You said, I've got an attitude.
How about yourself?
I really dislike it when you talk about others when you haven't reflected anything about yourself.
Do you even know that there are times you really go overboard?
Doing things people really hate continuously.
I won't deny I haven't done those.
But have you tried controlling yourself?
Why do you feel so left out?
Have you realized yourself that you changed?
You have started to develop this attitude towards your classmates.
Or even your close friends.
Or maybe, you're paranoid because you're afraid you'll lose them.
Or another way, you found other friends that you think you need more.
I'm aware that maybe you're telling about me to others after we broke off from each other.
I haven't. So why are you?
I don't tell negative things about you. So how about you?
Have you ever thought before you say something.
Maybe words that you speak will hurt another?
Maybe I did hurt you with my words.
But have you considered another's feeling?
At times, we, teenagers will be curious about little secrets friends tell us.
But, don't you think we should keep it a secret and not ask further?
Maybe you haven't realize, but you made your friends suffer quite a little by wanting to figure out more about the secret by asking others.
Maybe that's the way you show your love to your friends.
No one know.
You say you're changing.
But have you seen the way you changed?
Have you felt the pain your friends felt because of the change in you?
As time passes by, people change.
So do you, so do people around you.
You can't expect them to be always around you whenever you need them.
And when you don't, you put them aside.
You don't have to ask who.
Deep right down there, you know it yourself.
What have you done, what have you not.
If you feel guilty, then good for you.
If you don't, then, guess people are leaving you for good?
I don't wish for anything else but for you to consider other's feelings before you speak, do or tell.
There are things meant to be told, and things meant to be kept to only yourself.
There are things I want to clarify.
Stop thinking that everything I say, is about you.
Because they are not.
I've got no idea why are you so agitated about them.
Neither would I state my reasoning with those.
If you still remember, the way you treated me back during the Malacca trip last day.
The four hours that I kept quiet through.
That made a real big impact on me.
If you still remember, the way you treated me back before going off to the Museum.
That made a impression on me of you trying to tell me I'm not worth to be your friend.
Whether you're going to hate me after this or what.
Like usual, the attitude you say you hate.
I don't really bother.
Because, if you think friends are like gems.
You wouldn't throw them aside.
You wouldn't hate them for something they do.
You wouldn't hate them for the personality they have.
People come and go and you too.
Oh, and if you're going to say I'm only thinking about myself.
Then, I've counted the number of you and I/me.
You/yourself(s) : 98
I/Me(s) : 41
Doubt you would bother to be patching back as friend.
Yeah, maybe you missed my presence like how I do.
But you still deep inside, that the scar of hating me.
That's what I know.