A replied.
Me: "Do you know, this feeling? This awkward feeling? Maybe everyone has felt that way, like I do now. Maybe everyone has felt this phase, like I do now"
You:
Me: "Do you? Don’t? okey, at least you can try to ask 'what kind of feeling,huh?'. You know how it feels I'm sure. It's like: you care about people so much, and you'd give anything for them, but at one point, you start to think, do they even care about you? Even do they give any notice about you? Oh, this is sucks."
You:
Me: "it sucked so bad because I cant help my self to get the positive asume to stay anymore. All my excitement has gone. I got terribly angry at those people that make me such a transparent thing. Unseen. Unresponed. And at the breakdown point, I was too heart broken to even give a little smile."
You:
Me: "You know, when I was staring at the empty seat in front of me, i realised something. Something that hasn't stop wandering in my mind until now. I've always been busting my ass just to try to make other people happy. I give everything i have to make anyone happy. I could give all my money, all my heart, all my time, anything. That's all i've been doing for almost 21 years of my life. I care too much! I'm too sentimental for friendships. I care too much until i really forget to care about myself. And this place.. such I'm not where I'm supposed to be, nor surrounded by people who should be around me. But that's life. Life is sucks sometimes. Yeah, this is it: today i found out that, no one cares here. No one cares who you are, what you do, what you say, what you think, what you give. No one does. So why should we try so fucking hard to care?"
You:
Me: "Sometimes, i hate being a girl. Girls are fucking sensitive, and it disgusts me."
You:
Me: "I hope this feeling goes away. I hope I get some sugar. You know, everyone like to be loved..to be noticed. Because, we are exist here."
You:
Me: "When I feel like shit, like this moment, the another point of view always makes me feel better. In this case, maybe all I can take is: I've became best friends with myself. I ask myself again and again and again. And finaly, I feel like getting date with my self. Hahaha, I'm talking and talking to my self alone. Monologue conversation. Soliloquy. But it's okey. I love my self anyway."
You:
Me: "Are you listen to me? Hfft.. At least you say a little something like: 'im sory to hear that dude, maybe I act like I don’t care, but you'll never know how much it kills me inside'. Oh, nevermind. Thanks for listen, anyway."
***
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The words "you" in this dialogue refers to...my hand. Hell yes! Talk to the hand!
Yada yada pret.
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*Pembahasainggrisan disadur dari sana dan sini dan gugeltrenslet. Basa Inggris urang gak sekeren ini actualy. Bahahak. ;p
*penonton kecewa*
You:
Me: "Do you? Don’t? okey, at least you can try to ask 'what kind of feeling,huh?'. You know how it feels I'm sure. It's like: you care about people so much, and you'd give anything for them, but at one point, you start to think, do they even care about you? Even do they give any notice about you? Oh, this is sucks."
You:
Me: "it sucked so bad because I cant help my self to get the positive asume to stay anymore. All my excitement has gone. I got terribly angry at those people that make me such a transparent thing. Unseen. Unresponed. And at the breakdown point, I was too heart broken to even give a little smile."
You:
Me: "You know, when I was staring at the empty seat in front of me, i realised something. Something that hasn't stop wandering in my mind until now. I've always been busting my ass just to try to make other people happy. I give everything i have to make anyone happy. I could give all my money, all my heart, all my time, anything. That's all i've been doing for almost 21 years of my life. I care too much! I'm too sentimental for friendships. I care too much until i really forget to care about myself. And this place.. such I'm not where I'm supposed to be, nor surrounded by people who should be around me. But that's life. Life is sucks sometimes. Yeah, this is it: today i found out that, no one cares here. No one cares who you are, what you do, what you say, what you think, what you give. No one does. So why should we try so fucking hard to care?"
You:
Me: "Sometimes, i hate being a girl. Girls are fucking sensitive, and it disgusts me."
You:
Me: "I hope this feeling goes away. I hope I get some sugar. You know, everyone like to be loved..to be noticed. Because, we are exist here."
You:
Me: "When I feel like shit, like this moment, the another point of view always makes me feel better. In this case, maybe all I can take is: I've became best friends with myself. I ask myself again and again and again. And finaly, I feel like getting date with my self. Hahaha, I'm talking and talking to my self alone. Monologue conversation. Soliloquy. But it's okey. I love my self anyway."
You:
Me: "Are you listen to me? Hfft.. At least you say a little something like: 'im sory to hear that dude, maybe I act like I don’t care, but you'll never know how much it kills me inside'. Oh, nevermind. Thanks for listen, anyway."
***
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The words "you" in this dialogue refers to...my hand. Hell yes! Talk to the hand!
Yada yada pret.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*Pembahasainggrisan disadur dari sana dan sini dan gugeltrenslet. Basa Inggris urang gak sekeren ini actualy. Bahahak. ;p
*penonton kecewa*
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