pakshet

to you-know-who-you-are,

Most of the times, i want to make extra effort to pluck you out from where you are now hoping it would do you better. But instead, i'm plucking myself from the obscurities of those wants, realizing you never really wanted to be plucked in the first place.

When i saw you on a profile, scared me to death how life had treated you that unfair. Or fair enough as she would have claimed it, lest i construe it in quite another way. I'm saying this not out of vitriolic humor, but out of poignancy to what you could have become should you choose to traverse other paths during those dire times.

I have found you again where i have left you, which evokes a keen sense of damp squib for me.

I don't know if it is really what your heart desires. Your words contradict your actions. You never really had palabra de honor.

You never did something about the bedlam. Instead, you just gave in to the wanton destructions she wrought upon us with her pillage. You never took a stand. You fought not for either of us, neither for yourself.

Instead, you stand gleaming under a rubble of lies, perpetuated whopper that is waiting to pounce on every opportunity.


And it did. No secret remains hidden forever. That's the stark raving verity.

In some time, I hope i wouldn't find you again here, where i left you. Save some dignity for yourself. Be a real man. Stand for what you think is right. Fight for your wants and desires. Don't get sucked into the vortex of deception. Have dreams. Do not toy with feelings. Be honest.

Life is too short.

Exercise. Get your hair trimmed. Get dressed. Find a stable job. Live a fulfilling life.

I would never want to hear anything from both of you again. I am no LIAR. GOD KNOWS THE TRUTH. YOU KNOW YOU BOTH LIED. GO TELL HEAVENS THE WHOLE TRUTH. SAVE YOURSELVES FROM THE FIRES OF HELL. IT'S NOT YET TOO LATE.



from the stupid, silly and self-absorbed bitch