O's

 

But if you wanna leave, you can.
I’ll remember you though,
just like I remember everyone that leaves.
NO I WILL NOT. SCREW YOU.

 

I'm so caught up in the o's-are-next-monday phase that i can barely process a coherent thought anymore. I'm losing myself in papers of chinese words that vaguely make sense, i'm blinking my eyes trying to make do of the composition title that i am expected to write a full length essay about. I have to write letters, formal, informal to people of all sorts.

I am losing myself, i'm losing sense.

If you want to leave now, go ahead. I honestly can't say i blame you. My fingers are itching to dedicate a sentence so that its sole purpose is to insult you.............. and also to vent my anger.

If your eyes are idk- too minute to be opened wide enough to see how fucked up i am now, then i'm sorry. I don't fucking have the time or energy to give a damn about you and if you are still expecting life to slow down and wait for you, i'm sorry i think you're more fucked up than i possibly am. Please don't tell me anything my brain has no more capacity to listen to the sorrows and burdens of your oh-so-VERY-interesting-life.

I really do detest you now. You irritate me so much i think at this very moment, i hate you more than i hate studying for chinese. So please don't bother me anymore, i'm not going to even try to do something about this rut you're in. Who do you think you are? I can clearly see now that i'm just wasting my time on you. Screw you and all the shit you carry around with you.

Oh- to think i thought you were different. You're just the same. Blimey!