Saturday, July 31, 2010 / 11:36 PM
see the difference;
Fuck okay wth don't talk to me like that.
It hasn't been easy, the past 7 months. For you or for me.
But whats with the complaining though you've got it better than so many others.
Whats with the desperateness to climb up the social ladder.
Whats with the attitude you have with me, huh? Like I'm beneath you.
I don't know if it boosts your ego or you just get a kick out of doing it.
You know that you are, and everyone else knows that you are.
And I know you know.
But denials are all you have for the comments or praises.
Whats up with that?
Fishing for continued praises because you don't admit to it?
You expect so much from others.
But have you ever thought about what you're giving to them?
You do your part in projects, sure.
You act nice and funny and a total friend.
But nobody sees when you ditch what you have for what you want -friends included.
Nobody sees when you treat others like shit and feeling like the better one after.
I know what you think -we think the same, remember?
It's obvious, to me, that you know you're good. You know you're pretty. You know you're smart. You know you do everything right.
And I know, that you think you're superior.
You say you don't like fake people.
You say you don't like all the things going on in your life right now.
But has it ever occurred to you, that you're becoming as fake as those people you criticised. And that you're becoming one of the things I once complained to you about. Back when I thought you were someone else.
So what, is this you?
I mean, the real you.
The one who would stop at nothing to become better than what you are now -and everyone else.
The one who bathes in attention, I know you like it. So don't bother lying.
The one who looks at the world with a judgemental eye, while standing on a podium in your own mind. Looking at the rest looking at you in admiration, whatever.
I'm not one of them.
I used to think, you were someone who shared the same thoughts, same ideas, same outlook on the world.
But look at you and me now.
See the difference?
This is what you make me feel like.Every single day.Don't bother asking whats wrong anymore.
I'm still not willing to lose the friendship we have, by saying it's you.
So please, give me a reason to continue saying that I'm alright.
RI Dramafeste was cool.
Blown-up balloon style condoms.
Foreign sweeper.
Highly bi-polar traumatised kid.
Samuel Tan and his Shawn Tan-ess.
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