We Swear We Work Our Ass Off For More Than An Hour Just To Make A Title

... What I don’t understand is how you think it’s okay to hurt me the way you do and it’s not like you realize it, you’re too busy caught up in things that don’t matter. I know that you’re so much better than what you’ve been lately. There were days that I couldn’t wait to talk to you, or see you, but now, I honestly could care less how you feel or you’re doing because it’s not like you ever cared about me. And just so you know, I don’t want you, or your fake sympathy that may never be directed my way because I cared about you, I always did. This is the only reason why I just can't make it clear between us. You and all your negative thoughts about me. I do, care about you, I just didn't feel that I have to show it everyday or everytime you want me to. Look, I have my life and so you do. I go with my things and you manage your own, and if we find a time for us to share some moment, it'll be great, trust me I want it as bad as you. But you just seem to never understand, that not everyone could think the way you do. I have my way to show how much I care about you. And if you can't read the signs, it's not my fault. Not everything in this life must be explained by words. Sometimes you just have to take some time to think, and feel. ... I used to be mad at you. A little on the hurt side too, but I’m not who I was. I found my way around to forgiving you some time ago, but I never got to tell you so. I found us in a photograph. I saw you and I had to laugh. You know, I’m not who I was. You were there, you were right above me and I wonder if you ever loved me just for whom I was. When the pain came back again like a bitter friend, it was all that I could do to keep myself from blaming you. I reckon it’s a funny thing. I figured out I can sing. Now I’m not who I was. I write about love and such; maybe because I want it so much. And so I guess this is a girl thing. You play drama, you made mistake. You blame on me, now you finally realized, yet.. You have no courage to fix things up. I guess it’s a girl thing, play and stop. You make it like a roller coaster, as easy as your mood swings. You burst into tears, and laugh at certain things. I keep wondering what were you thinking. I knock it on the door, you run out of the window. We just never find the way, still I believe there will be next time. There are times I’d like to give up, I do. But damn! Can’t help it, I’m just too in love with you. ... When it comes to love, I cry a lot, I laugh louder. I write so much poems, I would be so pathetic. I feel so numb, I spread hatred. I can't even handle myself because unconsciously I play too much dramas. when I'm in love, I could be a great actress. you made me in love with you because you are a great actor. we make drama, we are playing drama and we don't know what happen next because love is drama without a certain script. We all can walk, we all can run, some of us could do even more than that. But it takes two good players to make a great love. If life is one kind of theater, then love must be the play that audience always dying to see. Love is drama, and that’s what it’ll always be. ... *Can we just end it up dee? I'm too tired writing drama, I can't stand it any longer. HAHA **Sure Bi, writing this is even way much harder than dealing a final exam! ---------- Medan - Singapore, 24 Juni 2010 tulisan Italic adalah drama hebat dariBibi atau biasa dipanggil Zeina :D TULISAN INI SAKTI, SUMPAH!