Hatred

I'm starting to hate them.
Like really fucking hate them.

I can't never understand them.

I don't know why.

But I really fucking hate them.

There's only two type of human in this world.

And I hate the other type.

Nothing else

Nobody gonna notice,

realize,

or even care.

Just no one.

Out of the comfort zone

It's okay to go out of your comfort zone once in a while.
Try a new stuff.
Take a challenge.
Learn something.

Mehhh..

Maybe

Maybe I'm not smart enough.
Maybe I'm not good enough.
Maybe I'm not always there when she need one.
Maybe I'm too far.
Maybe I'm too annoying.

Unlike him.

Unpredictable

People come and go,
there's nothing you can do about it.

Most of them did , but only some of them stay with you until the end.

A shattered "stuff"

They tend to forgot about you in the end.
They only find you when they have nobody else to be with.
They din't treat you the way you treat them.
They will never understand your effort.

An effort for you to get close to them.
An effort for you to spent time with them.

A friend that you might though will be your best friend.
A love one that you might though will be your love one.

A bullet

Put a bullet inside it.
Spin it.
Point the gun at your head.
Pull it.
If you survive ,
repeat the whole step,
until you die.