Thursday, January 21, 2010

My Oath.

I am unhealthy, and I'm getting old. Everybody is, right?

So here's the thing for some people out there.

If you are unhappy of the way that I am,
For the promises that I've broken,
The outings that I've never made it for,
The parties that meant the world to you,
And what you can say is that I'm the worst person in the world to ever know,
Please say it.
I don't really care about if it's a good or a bad thing,
But proceed and just say it.

Don't worry about damaging my feelings or whatever it is.
I can assure you one thing.

The final decision is made if what you said was right or wrong on my tombstone.
Even if you cry, or you don't, or you regret, or assured what you said was right,
Because I can't be bothered if you were right, or wrong.
And even if I were to be the shittiest person in the world.
The world revolves, and I'm following it.

So quit bitching, and say whatever you want to say to me, even if it's good or bad.
And when it's bad, take note that I can't be bothered.

I know my mum hates my guts. Until the day I left for National Service, or to KL, or Australia, she ended up crying, saying that "I'm forgiven for what I've done"

Honestly speaking, I can't be bothered. In fact, what she needs is for me to forgive her.

And until today, I haven't found the right reasons to do so, so it'll stay that way. Forever. Even after she dies and I die.

Even till the day I die. Even now, when I begin to cough, I tend to taste my own blood gushing up from my throat, to my tastebuds, and down again.

So enjoy life, folks.

Please do tell the closest people around you about how much you hate them when they do something to annoy you before it's too late, and be a cryfuckingbaby to cry all over your miserable regrets.

I don't share, because I think everybody's perfect the way they are.

So quit ya whinin'.