day by day you are being grilled by people who think that they are better than you, that what you do is just a piece of trash, not even worthy of the trash bin. they think that they are the so-called "it" person, but no. sometimes, you get pushed over to the limit. you try to keep your calm by clenching your teeth and cursing under your breath. as if life would be no better. FAT CHANCE!!!
then your so-called life begins to crash, right in front of your very eyes. your mind begins to dwindle and most of the times you daydream that your hands are lodged in-between the head and the chest just above the throat of your hated person for the day. you watch in glee as he suffocates and tries to gasp for air. pity has left your heart. but of course, in real life, that doesn't happen.
you pretend that nothing is wrong. you crank up the volume of your music to block out the most annoying piece of existence of that person. you are now immersed into a world where no one could boss you around except yourself.
sometimes you wish that the person you hate is hanging by his throat among the rafters of your office building. eyes bulging out and gasping for air.
morbidity may be the last thing in your head upon reading this text, as supposed as my head that's slowly drifting into oblivion... but that's how i feel at the moment. incessant thoughts of the person i hate, wait, hate is such a strong word. i loathe this person. once, i even dreamt that this person was a cockroach that got smushed under my shoe.
pity... that's not the reality. ;) hehe
then your so-called life begins to crash, right in front of your very eyes. your mind begins to dwindle and most of the times you daydream that your hands are lodged in-between the head and the chest just above the throat of your hated person for the day. you watch in glee as he suffocates and tries to gasp for air. pity has left your heart. but of course, in real life, that doesn't happen.
you pretend that nothing is wrong. you crank up the volume of your music to block out the most annoying piece of existence of that person. you are now immersed into a world where no one could boss you around except yourself.
sometimes you wish that the person you hate is hanging by his throat among the rafters of your office building. eyes bulging out and gasping for air.
morbidity may be the last thing in your head upon reading this text, as supposed as my head that's slowly drifting into oblivion... but that's how i feel at the moment. incessant thoughts of the person i hate, wait, hate is such a strong word. i loathe this person. once, i even dreamt that this person was a cockroach that got smushed under my shoe.
pity... that's not the reality. ;) hehe
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