Bitter

Broken Promises. Broken Hearts. Broken ME.

Feeling Bitter.

Why?

I care too much. Abt Friends. Abt other people who don't even know i care.
Well, I shouldn't.

So, I should just shut up and keep things to myself...until these things in my head keeps on piling and piling till my brain bursts and i have nowhere to go, and nothing to think abt.

Nice things that i thought would happen, eventually took a wrong turn.
I feel so stupid to daydream about things that wouldn't ever happen to me.
And i got the most humiliating sentence that anyone could tell me...nicely.
I shouldn't mention any names...or quotes from the conversation.
I feel like i'm fungus, growing on rotten wood.
Even worse, the mucus that feeds on the rotten wood, to produce the fungus on the rotten wood.
Yes, that bad.

My wrist hurts coz i punched the wall. My ankle hurts too coz i kicked the chair.
I stepped on his photograph.

Bitter. Bitter. Bitter me.

I ate 1 whole chocolate cake. I don't even like cake.