No matter how much your bestest friend may say “I’ll keep in touch don’t worry”. The promise is true only for a couple of days. And then gone are the days when you used to know everything that went on in her life.
It’s sad because she doesn’t know the friends you hang with like you don’t know hers. And the next time we’re in the same country, we spend less time and…..it leaves a sad pit in your stomach!
Is it impossible to be just friends with the opposite sex?
Just when you think it’s possible to have a completely platonic relationship with the guy, rumors happen!!!!
It’s absurd really. When he knows and I know that there’s absolutely NOTHING out of the ordinary in our friendship, the perverted minds of people have got to create a drama!
This is really annoying because it makes it awkward for us to be around each other especially in public knowing that all ears and eyes are on us. Watching… waiting.
We don’t even have lunch in the same room if we can help it. The sniggers, the giggles, oh it’s so annoying!!
People love drama, and they’d go to any extent to create it. It’s pathetic! Human beings are a bunch of really wretched creatures.
Have you ever woken up feeling murderous? I have. I woke one morning with so much anger that I wanted to inflict pain, to hurt someone, to murder! As if that’s not bad enough I didn’t want to use -the – gun- and -shoot- a- bullet- kill. I want to torture- and- extract- the- most- pain kill.
What did do about this sudden urge?
Nothing really
Yeah probably sounds bloody boring but I thought of a safer way to channel my anger instead of hurting the stupid beings…swing around so it’s all on you!
The best thing about it is that you can actually experience death……..it’s like a whole new perspective on it rite except the downfall is that you actually die and that means its final! You cant wake up from the dead and haunt the town as a zombie.
Imagine this… you deliberately walk on the road so the fucking vehicles actually hit you but for some odd reason the fucked up drivers veer their vehicles away. Which is a completely retarded thing to do on the part the of the driver especially since here I am wondering where my body parts will fly off to, or if my head would hang by a thin purple vein with discoloured blood dripping from my jugular that has made a big mess on my hair.
Maybe the policeman can hold my head with my hair and maybe the rest of my blood would flow out then. I wonder for how long people will remember that scene. I wonder how it’ll take the driver to drive comfortably again. I wonder how long the smell of my death will linger…I wonder.
The closest I ever came to it was when I walking on the road (not the pavement, hoping someone would hit meJ) and then I hear the horrible loud honk of a bus speeding and since I want to get hit I don’t jump onto the sidewalk but calmly walk on the road.
The bus whizzed past me so closely, I could hear the metal cut so crudely through the air.
But I walked out of it, the same way I had entered.
Maybe ill; have better luck next time and if there’s human road kill. You’d know who it was……ME!!!!
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