when i go off end of this year/ start of next year i will delete this blog, then i won’t be connected to anyone and i will lose touch with the outside world.
sounds crazy but i just might do it. i simply have no more interest for blogging.
my sister ask if i’m not going to update my friends about my life. HMMM. should i? like they won’t be busy enough.
being antisocial is fun.
for now.
i shall cut the crap. i will not continue beating about the bush. i’m sick of people calling me emo, saying i’m skinny, teasing me about people who (they assume) are infatuated with me. SICK TO DEATH OF ALL THIS. i’m sorry i have to tell people like this, but it is not fun at all. everyone around me telling me they’re fat, they wanna diet, they have no figure, they cannot eat too much if not they will gain weight again. PLEASE, why do you have to live your life dieting? why can’t you let go once in a while? so you mean you want to control everything all the time? let me tell you, you can’t do that. i give honest opinions about everyone. when you’re thin and you keep claiming you’re fat, you know i want to box you in the face? when you have lost so much weight since the 2 years i met you and you still say you’re fat, do you know i want to slap you and tell you that you look so much better than you did 2 years ago? do you know? i am tired of persuading people and assuring them that THEY LOOK OKAY. why do you have to bother that this guy doesn’t or won’t like you just because you’re not skinny? this guy is stupid; if he wants a skinny baby when he’s older, let him be. if he likes to hug bones, let him hug them as much as he likes. find a guy who loves you for who you are, don’t keep thinking about pleasing him with your figure. there are so many other things to please a guy with–character, smartness, humour, fun, talents, etc. DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FIGURE CAN OR NOT? fat, fat, fat, you only know how to call yourself that. i have told you all countless times that you’re not fat and all of you continue convincing yourselves that you’re fat. PFFFFT.
he is not the guy for me and i will not accept him no matter what. (whoever says people are so easily swayed is wrong) have some class okay? when he sees me, he averts his eyes. and i know he knows that i will not accept him. so enough about it. i don’t care if he sits near me or stares at me when i’m not looking or thinks about me all the time. i don’t care.
that’s why sometimes i keep out of everyone’s way and be antisocial. because people are sometimes just too insensitive and go overboard.
if you’re one of the people i mentioned above and you’re feeling sad/ guilty/ horrified that i said all those, don’t be. i am probably just having one of my bizarre mood swings and as soon as i’m over them i will be normal again.
but it does not mean you all can start calling me skinny and teasing me and continue saying you’re fat.
bye. by now, i know you’re thinking if you should bring me to someone who specialises in anger management.
