The Lovesong Writer

it's a sighing day today. sick with some unknown illness that's making me well, sick. on top of all that, they think we could just be friends after all they've done. what crap. *rolls eyes* i feel as if a stampede of elephants have just trampled over me. because i'm definitely NOT going to be trampled over. forgiven? i don't think so. i felt so invisible to them. and when they're done with MY playthings they'll just throw it back at me and prance back. then they get bored and notice i'm there. "oh you're not hyper today. are you angry?" typical, first question - first words - they ever say to me today was are you angry. how ridiculous is that? of course i'm angry. why else would i ignore you the whole day. and then comes the bombshell. "why are you angry? it's not as if we did anything wrong." spoken like a true liar. i wouldn't get angry for nothing now, would i? so let THEM ask themselves the real question here. did you REALLY do nothing? or did you do something which you thought i might have tolerated? the little girl whom you can always pick and tease on right? so typical. well, NEWS FLASH! i am NOT that girl. i'm just more tolerating than others. but there is always that point where you've gone too far and this time you've done it. you've pissed me off too much. i'm utterly repulsed by your behaviour.
now all i have is three words for you: i hate you.
-su rin

2:50 pm;
Still waiting for you-