bipolar.

Off my chest

#1

Firstly, if you had an issue with me you should’ve talked to me. I have no qualms about you tweeting about it, but you really should’ve atleast talked to me. What’s so hard about that?

Secondly, we all know you hate thinking about it. Hey, you’re not the only one. You’re not the only one who’d rather forget everything and get away from it all. 

Yes, you gave me a long paragraph for my birthday, and I appreciated it. Honest. I only replied with a short sentence because the 4-5 words were the only things I could think of to say to you. Seriously, what was I supposed to say (when all that you said was about what went wrong)? Pardon me for my periods of emotional disconnection then. 

For God’s sake, nothing can fix a burnt bridge. I did my best, but I have my pride to hold on to. If you’re looking for the same kind of friendship we had more than a year ago, well honey even you know that ship has sailed. So why are you tripping? At least cut me a little slack for the fact that I never saw the point in hating. 

Hell, there was nothing for me to forgive you for, cause there really was nothing for you to be sorry for. There was only acceptance for me. I have, in fact, accepted what had all happened, and put it behind me. Well, I didn’t and don’t have to love the situation. It was, and will always be completely and utterly messed up. 

Let’s all be real here and not get our panties in a bunch, nothing will ever be the same.

I never meant to give you chills with my cold shoulder but that’s just the way it works. Now don’t say I never made an effort either.. Man my shoulder was there! 

Some broken things cannot be fixed, we all just gotta live with that.

If you’re preaching about sincerity, Laiha, practice what you preach. 

P.S. This was the only way I could “talk” to you.