leave

I do not have the perfect word to briefly describe how I feel. Sometimes, I wonder why people try very hard to fit in. and when they feel left out, they'll push someone who they believe can be push. what a pusher. very very ungrateful. "a leopard that never changes it's spots" can be applied to both girls and boys. This is without a doubt. Im sure there is so much that the person who gets push can take. Patience depletes and one actually claims it annoying. You see, the puher and the person who gets push are alike. both are creatures with thoughts and feelings. both have physical needs.

but being the pusher definitely reflects the person's immaturity.

I know some would have their smiles (so wide) on knowing that we're in this state. While some others (NOT me) are drowning themselves with tears (of what?- I've got no clue). What could I possibly say?
"It's not like you've known abang only yesterday.."

It is almost nearing the end of the year. I guess at certain points of time, like today, I need to know that ive been doing the right thing all along. (Shut up and continue reading). I don't want to be trouble, I don't want to cause trouble, I don't want to have anything to do with trouble. Only because trouble leads to hatred. Hatred leads to nothing-ness. I don't want to leave the people I truly care for in a land of nothingness. I have been debating for a while what defines the fine line between caring and not caring and got to a point where im comfortably straddling the two lines until it became too invisible and i don't think about it anymore. People will still hate you for being nice. yes you.

Leaving always become the only choice.

Lots of love, Nin