Let me ask you a question. "What will you do and how do you feel when someone you think very nice and very close to you suddenly talk bad things about you behind your back? Will you just pretend that you don't know? Will you ask him/her the reason(s)? Will you do the same thing to them? Will you feel you're not worth to live anymore? Will you turn into an whole new different person and slowly go away from them? Or what?
Well for me, I'm gonna try to make distance with them. Not to far, but just small distance and make sure that they don't realize it. Just act cool infront of them and try not to do the same thing 'cause its a really awful thing to do, and I'm trying to be a good person eventhough I often made a lot of mistakes. I also don't want to play fire with fire, 'cause I might get burned. Let them laugh and talk anything about me, but just FYI karma does exist and your life just like a ferris wheel, once it goes up always comes down.
Expressions that really describe them is..............coin. Coin has 2 sides, just like them. Not 2 sides but two-faced. Nice, friendly, caring and loving person infront of you, but when you turn around.............they aren't the same person anymore. Every single day, there's always at least one person who become a "coin" and I have to face another day with them whole day long. It's hard, I'm tired of their attitude. They're not always respect others but dying to get respect from other. Isn't that kind of selfish?
Rough time in High School. Rough time being a teenager. Or is it just me who haven't truly understand the "grown-up" world or the "dog-eat-dog" world. Maybe I'm not ready to grow up way too soon. Maybe I need more time to enjoy my childhood. Maybe what my dad said was right. I'm not a teenanger or an adult. I forever and always will be his little girl who running around, laugh, do anything I want and didn't even care about everything around me, cry and mad just because someone broke my toys or lost my crayon or even didn't get the new collection of Barbie doll.
Life seems easier back then. Then why kids want to grow up so fast? Why do they want to get involve or feel my kind of situation? I should build a time machine and warned myself back in 2000 about what will I feel in the future
