Sunday, February 27
Tuesday, February 22
Misunderstood
Many times, i felt that people misunderstood me. They seriously do. But i do not know how to explain to them. I wonder if explaining is even necessary, or would it make things worst. Some things i said were from a different point of perspective. I mean what i said. But it's a different thing i'm talking about. And sometimes, i dont even know what i'm saying.
I dont wish to be led by the nose. I dont wanna. I'm kally, i'm myself.
I dont wish to be led by the nose. I dont wanna. I'm kally, i'm myself.
Saturday, February 19
Miny tiny bottle
No, i dont find myself weird. But i do find others being weird. Make no sense? Pretty much illogical.
I always blame it on the different brains that every single human beings have. Thus the different perspective on the same issue. I grew to realise how a small little thing can affect my mood, my life. I say words i should not say, sometimes. I do things i should not do, few times.
I'm a bottle. Named kally the dumbass. I bottle up my emotions and words and actions. I fear to show them, for i know no one understands me. Even if they pretend they do, i myself know that, THEY DONT. This bottle is then left stranded on an island, not abandoned, but filled with human beings. So crowded (even though i dont like crowded places, but i cant choose whr i wanna be) that i am suffocated in the tiny little bottle. No one cares, no one feels for you, no one throw a glance at you.
All i ever wanted was real concern and feelings. No sympathy, no pretendance. But you know, i know, we all know. It's never gonna occur. Prolly in your sweet dream.
xx
I always blame it on the different brains that every single human beings have. Thus the different perspective on the same issue. I grew to realise how a small little thing can affect my mood, my life. I say words i should not say, sometimes. I do things i should not do, few times.
I'm a bottle. Named kally the dumbass. I bottle up my emotions and words and actions. I fear to show them, for i know no one understands me. Even if they pretend they do, i myself know that, THEY DONT. This bottle is then left stranded on an island, not abandoned, but filled with human beings. So crowded (even though i dont like crowded places, but i cant choose whr i wanna be) that i am suffocated in the tiny little bottle. No one cares, no one feels for you, no one throw a glance at you.
All i ever wanted was real concern and feelings. No sympathy, no pretendance. But you know, i know, we all know. It's never gonna occur. Prolly in your sweet dream.
xx
Sunday, February 6
Lost & deserted
I'm searching for someone i can lean on.
There's just so many things i dont get it, i dont understand.
Yet everyone refuses to answer the doubts i have.
You know it's a mask you see, yet you cant expose.
You know there's another side but you cant reveal.
I'm just exhausted when people get the wrong idea. I'm tired of explaining, cus i know they wont believe. They wont bother to listen even if i say.
I'm fat.
I'm one who can throw her bloody phone away.
I'm irritating?
I dont know, maybe people around are so fuckin perfect i have yet to realise.
I'm the bad guy, i will always fucking be one. Oh yeah.
There's just so many things i dont get it, i dont understand.
Yet everyone refuses to answer the doubts i have.
You know it's a mask you see, yet you cant expose.
You know there's another side but you cant reveal.
I'm just exhausted when people get the wrong idea. I'm tired of explaining, cus i know they wont believe. They wont bother to listen even if i say.
I'm fat.
I'm one who can throw her bloody phone away.
I'm irritating?
I dont know, maybe people around are so fuckin perfect i have yet to realise.
I'm the bad guy, i will always fucking be one. Oh yeah.
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