Rant rant rant.

How many times does it need to die before it finally is dead?
You know, this fucking retarded ability to be so trusting.

How many times does someone needs to break my trust before I finally stop being so fucking gullible?


It was my goddamn mistake for abandoning my integrity and letting you off so easily. Because I thought, hey he's a friend, he won't do it again. He knows better.


Obviously you're a bastard and I'm stupid.


It's like a cunning little plan. Be my friend then screw me over and over and over again. I won't be able to do anything, my will to justify myself would wobble under the weight of the word 'friend'.


I am so sad and angry right now, if I could sell my soul to the Devil for magical powers so I can turn you into a paper, tear you bit by bit slowly before setting you on fire and then turn the ashes into a dwarf zombie and shoot it in the head, I would.



But thank God for small mercies. Your little brother is insanely normal and I am pain free when I'm with him. Also it doesn't hurt that he's hot.

Still, I hope you wake up tomorrow and you're permanently bald.

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People come up to me and say 'Eh no fun la Raya this year', complete with a depressed pouty face, expecting a hug or something. I admit something has been missing from Raya since quite a while ago and it sucks, but honestly, grow the hell up.

You're alive and well for this Raya with your family and you have clothes on your body and food on the table and you have your friends; be fucking grateful boleh tak?
Frankly, I don't give a flying unicorn's ass your Raya isn't as meriah as 10 years ago.

Shut up and be grateful. I know I am.