Haha. Look at me, writing to you and everything. ...And at 4am at that.
How've you been? I do hope that all is well. I've been busy as usual. The days are passing by everso swiftly and I can't seem to keep up.
Why can't we just be in the same place at the same time, like, bump into each other accidentally... Like, everyday or something or other. I say that now, but I know that if that ever did happen, I wouldn't know what to do or say, anyway... So I guess this is for the best.
...I guess.
You know how when you feel like you know something so well for so long and yet when someone says it to you, it surprises you, like it's the first time you're hearing it. It's weird, I know that I've accepted the fact that I'm not exactly the nicest person in the world, but when someone actually calls me a bitch to my face, the voice in my head says, "What? Me? Really?".
By the way, I know I should probably be angry, but honestly, I kind of feel sorry for the poor thing. And I probably have every right to discredit or demean her, but all I want to do right now is help her. It must be tough having such low self-esteem. Not that I don't have self-esteem issues myself, but, oh boy, the girl's got some serious issues. Seriously.
Oh and I could defend myself... But I don't think there's a need to. ...Res ipsa loquitor.
People surprise you. But I sometimes wish they wouldn't surprise you so much. ...I think I'm fairly easy to talk to. I accept things as they are and don't really question. I just wish that some people could just get their stuff together before they actually talk to me. I'm just as clueless or possibly even more.
What is "fair"? And who gets to decide that? I'm not sure it exists. And if it did, I'm sure that many people would be seriously alarmed and disappointed at how their idea of "fair" doesn't actually equate to the real meaning of it.
I feel like a valley is fast approaching. ...Constricted is such a fabulous word. How I ever got myself into this situation again is mindboggling. ...And I suppose this is the reason why I'm writing to you. Because, when I write, I don't have to worry about following the rules, or offending someone, or whether you agree with me or not. I don't even have to worry if you understand me... Because I know you do.
As Always,
D.
How've you been? I do hope that all is well. I've been busy as usual. The days are passing by everso swiftly and I can't seem to keep up.
Why can't we just be in the same place at the same time, like, bump into each other accidentally... Like, everyday or something or other. I say that now, but I know that if that ever did happen, I wouldn't know what to do or say, anyway... So I guess this is for the best.
...I guess.
You know how when you feel like you know something so well for so long and yet when someone says it to you, it surprises you, like it's the first time you're hearing it. It's weird, I know that I've accepted the fact that I'm not exactly the nicest person in the world, but when someone actually calls me a bitch to my face, the voice in my head says, "What? Me? Really?".
By the way, I know I should probably be angry, but honestly, I kind of feel sorry for the poor thing. And I probably have every right to discredit or demean her, but all I want to do right now is help her. It must be tough having such low self-esteem. Not that I don't have self-esteem issues myself, but, oh boy, the girl's got some serious issues. Seriously.
Oh and I could defend myself... But I don't think there's a need to. ...Res ipsa loquitor.
People surprise you. But I sometimes wish they wouldn't surprise you so much. ...I think I'm fairly easy to talk to. I accept things as they are and don't really question. I just wish that some people could just get their stuff together before they actually talk to me. I'm just as clueless or possibly even more.
What is "fair"? And who gets to decide that? I'm not sure it exists. And if it did, I'm sure that many people would be seriously alarmed and disappointed at how their idea of "fair" doesn't actually equate to the real meaning of it.
I feel like a valley is fast approaching. ...Constricted is such a fabulous word. How I ever got myself into this situation again is mindboggling. ...And I suppose this is the reason why I'm writing to you. Because, when I write, I don't have to worry about following the rules, or offending someone, or whether you agree with me or not. I don't even have to worry if you understand me... Because I know you do.
As Always,
D.
the b*tch is your alter ego, never you, dahling! :)
ReplyDeleteI love befriending bitches. The opti-bitches.haha,may ganun? I miss u baby D!
ReplyDeleteAwww. Aren't you a sweetheart. See you later. Love you.
ReplyDeleteBwahahaha. Iiiiiiiccceee. I miss you like cuh-ray-zay!!! Mwahmwahmwah!
ReplyDeleteshe can die and be reborn in amniotic fluid of pure gold, and she still won't measure up to you.
ReplyDelete(nalimutan ko magreply kanina haha lintek kasi yung boss kong kupal)
Bwahahaha. I love you talaga. Amniotic fluid of pure gold. I don't frikken know what that means! Nyahahaha.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about your boss. :(
Mwahmwahmwah.
Hi JR! =)
ReplyDeleteay mali....
Hi Danababe! mwaaah!!!
Kritters!!! I miss you! Sobra.
ReplyDeletewala ako masabi.. sigh.. kasi sinabi na nila lahat hahaha!
ReplyDeleteanyway, napa-google ako sa amniotic fluid na yan...