I think that i've been taken for granted.
I admit that i enjoy planning for stuffs and enjoy making someone's day.
But does that mean, i don't deserve someone else to make my day? Other than myself?

I'm suppose to like type alot about this, but i dont see the point because the matter aint big.

I absolutely hates it when people or even close friends read your blog and then when they see you , or when it just happens to be the right opportunity- they take the content that i type to laugh at.  Most likely the sentimental stuffs. Like what the hell? Is it really that fun? To constantly poke my emotional button? I wonder why don't i go ballistic in front of those motherfuckers. Honestly, i don't mind if you take normal life stuffs to make fun of me, like maybe i fell or i made a really stupid mistake. But please don't take what i attempt to hide to make fun of. Because the reason why i don't babbler to you guys about it is because it really matters to me ALOT , and you assholes don't understand a single shit.

hi

    




HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK