Bitter

I can relate to my friend’s realization of life as painful everyday re-runs. [Thanks, emo boi] Life tends to be boring and you have to deal with loneliness everyday. But good thing I’m not so negative about life now. I’m trying my best to acquire cheerfulness so as not to make myself look really weary, the kind of person who wants to kill herself to somehow escape her solitude. I don’t want others to be infected with a bloody miserable syndrome. But it doesn’t help when someone from your bleak past suddenly popped out of nowhere. This jerk has viewed my Friendster profile and I hate to see his primary photo suddenly appearing on my home page. It gives you a bitter feeling, bringing back the tragic [yeah, tragic] memories when you felt stupid and downright ugly and used. I hate the stupid feeling. I want to scream and tell this guy how much I regret the times I’ve spent with him. But I know it’s useless because I don’t even care about him anymore. Ever. Again. Hell no.