tossed salad and scrambled tofu

Thursday, September 2

Stop it. STOP IT. I'm not the cause neither am I your one stop baggage unloading dock. Yes, I don't understand and I don't thinkI ever will. You are NOT the centre of the universe. I have apologised and if you don't think me worthy to deign me a reply to that then STOP communicating with me. Stop telling me what is screwing you over because you obviously don't think we have a relationship so why am I still listening to you? I don't know why I'm still indulging you and being hypocritical but all you do is cry all the time and I just don't have the energy to deal with you. I really don't. I'm sick of being misunderstood and feeling like a bitch.
I care but not enough to deal with you the way you are supposed to be dealt with. Please just leave me alone. Please.

Please.

If you try to steal anything from this blog and I catch you doing it, I will make sure I use your own fingers to chochot* your eyeballs out and make eyeball soup al'a Indian Jones Temple of Doom style and then with the remaining bits I will make them into the pearls of Bubble Tea and make you listen to people drinking bubble tea( because you can't see anymore, can you) On the other hand, if you don't get caught, good for you. THEN RUN BECAUSE IN TWO YEARS, I WILL DO HORRIBLE UNSPEAKABLE THINGS TO YOU *chochot - poke in Malay, phrase courtesy of Ana.