05 August 2015

myob

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It fucking sucks that day. It's a mixture of angry telling Sheryl, Denise and the rest of them fucking people to stfu and mind your fucking business. Can't you hear it's sensitive issue? it's private and confidentital?
does it matter to you? NO? Will it affect your group? NO.
so what's the fucking point? LOL. fucking insensitive.
Asking and asking my fellow friends right infront of me, omg grow da ballz and ask me right in my fucking pathetic face then.
Cause I know, if it is me, and especially when I know it's happening to the other group, and to know it's not really someone would like to share about because THE PERSON CLEARLY MAKES IT OBVIOUS, I KNOW HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BE LESS THICK SKIN.
BESIDES IT'S NOT GONNA AFFECT ME IN ANY OTHER WAY.

Yes, that's the angry part that is deep inside my heart.

And then comes the "shameful, pathetic, hurtful and almost want to run away and never face anyone ever again" part.
Where you don't blame anyone cause they perhaps got the rights to know.

I laughed it off, as if I find it funny how everyone is so curious.

Sad fact, I wasn't okay. Not at all. In fact I almost died (don't know how many million times whenever a person asked "why" "why is she alone" "what happen")

And then the more people know recently cause news spread like fire which got me even more humiliated.


And there's no need to tell anyone how you truly feel, cause like what Priya said which is true, no one would truly really want to listen and hear your woeful stories, they are just curious. That's it.