Waiting For You

Status: Sick of this lie I'm living on.
Song: Sorry, Sorry by Super Junior

Am I some sort of a star in my class? Because it seems like everything I do or said have become the talk of the day.

I'm a nice girl. Well, at least that's what I've been trying to be for the last 9 years. My good girl image always let more people trust me. It's like a credit card.

But, things have been getting damn hard to maintain the good girl image. People get more curious and interested in me. No one had ever been interested in me in my primary school. They just ignored me which is fine by me.

Now, they annoyed me. The fact that they think I'm incapable of being angry is unbelievable. They have messed the wrong person. I'm a human. I have limits when it comes to being patience.

I don't really know what's the problem with the guys in my class. They like to tease me, make some awful shit about me, throw stuff at me and even make some sick love story about me. It's nauseating. But I keep on laughing and smiling like some dumb girl.

Do they have some sort of mental problem?

Do they really want to push me off the cliff?

Do they really want to see the real me?

Well, apparently they do. They just seen a glimpse of it last Thursday. There's soo much more I could do to him, like oh-I-don't-know, punch him in the face or just give him the middle finger and said "Fuck you."

But, I know, that if I do all those things, they have consequence. And I hate consequences. It's always bad.

So, ask me again. Am I mad at you?

Yes. Do I really care if you're mad at me?

No, I don't.

Here's a piece of life philosophy I live by; I was born alone and I'm going to die alone. So, fuck off.