vindictive madwoman..
hey.. waddya know.. i'm really scary.. gosh.. wonder why i'm so mean sometimes. i think it's just my way of showing feelings that i don't want to show to everyone.
i wonder sometimes. how it would feel like. to be the one who's the child of the relationship. so, yes. i'm the baby of the family. and i'm treated like the kid. but i just think sometimes. it's better to be called the kid. i want to be the childish one. i want to be the one who makes a big fuss out of a molehill! i kinda want to be told what to do sometimes. instead of being the one who has to tell. well, okay..so IF i were in such a relationship. i probably would be complaining about how i keep being nagged. but i guess a li'l of it wouldn't matter. i just am tired being the adult. yes, i know. i can stop. but heck.. i can't. it's like natural to me. don't ask me why. it's just so.. like.. i can't stand it so i have to do something about it.
i'm not making sense no? well, okay.. i admit. i was wrong. give me some credit here okay.. i find it VERY hard to admit my mistakes. and when i do. trust me.. it's taken quite a bit of thinking and effort. but anyway. as i was saying. i was being mean. i was in fact.. probably too mean. but heck. that person's such a kid. just couldn't hack it. one thing led to another and well, KaboOm! you have atomic xtine bomb. well, this one even better.. it's a ticking one that releases its wrath in spurts. yeah well, i guess i started it.. nevermind.
i think.. that writing in a sense helps me calm down somewhat. however, i don't know whether it's actually wise to publish things online. well, i'll publish this. and who reads it.. reads it.
i wonder sometimes. how it would feel like. to be the one who's the child of the relationship. so, yes. i'm the baby of the family. and i'm treated like the kid. but i just think sometimes. it's better to be called the kid. i want to be the childish one. i want to be the one who makes a big fuss out of a molehill! i kinda want to be told what to do sometimes. instead of being the one who has to tell. well, okay..so IF i were in such a relationship. i probably would be complaining about how i keep being nagged. but i guess a li'l of it wouldn't matter. i just am tired being the adult. yes, i know. i can stop. but heck.. i can't. it's like natural to me. don't ask me why. it's just so.. like.. i can't stand it so i have to do something about it.
i'm not making sense no? well, okay.. i admit. i was wrong. give me some credit here okay.. i find it VERY hard to admit my mistakes. and when i do. trust me.. it's taken quite a bit of thinking and effort. but anyway. as i was saying. i was being mean. i was in fact.. probably too mean. but heck. that person's such a kid. just couldn't hack it. one thing led to another and well, KaboOm! you have atomic xtine bomb. well, this one even better.. it's a ticking one that releases its wrath in spurts. yeah well, i guess i started it.. nevermind.
i think.. that writing in a sense helps me calm down somewhat. however, i don't know whether it's actually wise to publish things online. well, i'll publish this. and who reads it.. reads it.
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