you once made me believe you.
why continue to lift up my hopes and throw everything down on me?
stop making me stir.
are you, friend or foe?
i can't differentiate anymore.
if you hate me, just say so.
stop acting like my good friend one minute and another a backstabber.
i despise this kind of twofaced people.
and i thought you knew me well.

sorry that I'm not miss perfect.
sorry that i don't have a life,
sorry that i like to be serious about things.
sorry that we don't match.
its' just, ohtoobad.
sorry for sounding like a bitch.
cause that's what i am.
i'm a bitch.
and you knew it.

i don't like people doublecrossing or backstabbing me in the back.
i just want people to like me for who i am.
you hate me? get lost.
i like my books.
do you have any problem?
fuck off.
stop giving me the second treatment.
one moment acting like you care,
another like you can't be bothered for my sorry ass's sake.

yes.
i'm pitiful.
i'm lonely.
i'm emotional.
but,
i don't want your pity.

if you can't offer me friendship, then just shoo.
don't bother acting nice.
that act just don't suit you.
cut it out.

teasing is fine,
but don't go too overboard.
because humans have limits.
and i don't expect you to go further beyond my tolerance.

you know what?
i think being lonely might suit me well.
well, it seems like i'm just alone from the start.
i'm not hostile.
just that you can't see it.
the true me.
the one that wants your geuinune friendship,
the one that wants to confide in you,
the one who really really wants to trust you.
but you just don't give me the chance.

and i don't think you'll ever will again.

goodbye, my friend.