Sometimes i just don't understand the relevance of his tone. When its not my problem and I don't make it my problem, he makes it sound like i irresponsibly neglect the problem totally. When its not my problem and I make it my problem, he makes me sound stupid by making it his problem. Bottom line, he is my problem.
It only makes me feel like crying whenever I have to talk to him. Does it really have to reduce to that?
Honestly speaking, the learning curve has come to this abrupt halt since questioning is not exactly his cup of tea.
He makes the world so hateful, the skies so grey, the mood so gloomy and this place so sad.
Somehow this feels like a weakness, to let him get to me. Its me I should live for, its me that deserve to be happy everyday, its me that I should be working hard for everyday, not him.
Please let him turn into this rock on the ground that I can climb over.
What a source of depressing thoughts.
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