i hate having this feeling

'cause i really hate this day.
now i really hate journals. they're stupid, some kind of a joke.
then why give me a reason like this and like that?
so WORTHLESS.

while on the other hand, my friends we're there instead.
thanks to them for making me laugh
but still uncomfortable for me.
'cause it is so hard thinking for the real reason WHY?

i really hate having this feeling.
it's so annoying!
it's like over-reacting into something about heart-natures.
so pathetic but real on my side.

and yea a sorry would be cool.
but not for me at this time.
but why?
that even he forgets about the word PRIDE,
nothing happens to me.
blankly i think.
and think more.
yet nothing comes out.
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getting hurt isn't undeniable
but why by this?
then maybe i should kill him for that.
for real, perhaps?




NOTE: this ain't a poem you idiots!

kung siya ang rason, nganong dli himoong sayon?

kung lami ang hazelnut, nganong adto paman sa dessert?

lebog sa? asta ko galibog.