I am not what i play
collective hatred, ill wishes.
awkward with strangers, hopeless at crowds; those meaningless, superficial friendships you pick up and put down at whim leaves me cold.
woe is for me i am undone. cursed be the day i was born.
seeing you so happy makes me sick.
sisters, brothers, supposed friends, i dont want you to tell me you'll be there for me,i dont want you to say you care, i rather you show me.
where are you people now anyway? still alive? good. i hope you're happy. thanks for asking how im doing.
and meeting you people once in 2 weeks [if im lucky] is so fun wow. lets hug each other and do some catching up when you people actually rather be somewhere else with other people. yayness.
pissed off already? good.
my name's azimah by the way in case you forgot.and
i think the people who came up with 'friends forever' should be slapped across the face.
as far as i am concerned, there is no such thing.
youaremyworstperfectnightmare.
and ain if you're reading my blog, jolly well fuck off. you demanded your privacy, now dont deprive me of mine.