All I need is just someone to rant on, someone who sees the same thing as me, someone who sees the tears in me. &That's just fine with me already.
I don't mind because there's always a point of time I take things for granted as well.
Everyone has to make contributions.
It's just depends on which point of the life you are making the contributions.
What we all can do is, do whatever we said we WILL do.
Make your words count.
No point saying something that you want to do and when everyone is prepared, you leave halfway.
What's the point afterall?
True?
You take things for granted. I take things for granted too. We all do so.
No way I'm going to blow up the matter afterall since, I should just treat it as karma.
No point for me to blow things up anyway.
It's like, what's gonna happen?
All the unhappiness, dissatisfaction. Never ending. What's the point of me saying all these out then?
It will just create awkwardness in future anyway.
Sigh, this is life.
That's why I always rant. No, I don't complain. But people just treat my rantings as complaints.
That's all.
Like what I've said, I just need someone to listen, to see the things I see, to feel me, to know how I feel and that's all fine with me.
That's it. Honestly.
I don't mind because there's always a point of time I take things for granted as well.
Everyone has to make contributions.
It's just depends on which point of the life you are making the contributions.
What we all can do is, do whatever we said we WILL do.
Make your words count.
No point saying something that you want to do and when everyone is prepared, you leave halfway.
What's the point afterall?
True?
You take things for granted. I take things for granted too. We all do so.
No way I'm going to blow up the matter afterall since, I should just treat it as karma.
No point for me to blow things up anyway.
It's like, what's gonna happen?
All the unhappiness, dissatisfaction. Never ending. What's the point of me saying all these out then?
It will just create awkwardness in future anyway.
Sigh, this is life.
That's why I always rant. No, I don't complain. But people just treat my rantings as complaints.
That's all.
Like what I've said, I just need someone to listen, to see the things I see, to feel me, to know how I feel and that's all fine with me.
That's it. Honestly.
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