running with scissors

You want to talk bad about my life (about what I do on a regular basis, who I'm dating, my self) to my face? Go ahead, I'm all ears. Okay maybe I would listen just half of the time. (Seriously, who wants to hear someone talks trash about you to your face?) Half of it I'll pretend you're a mute and you're acting loony.

You want to sneakily (like a big, fat rat) view a person's personal info because it clearly shows you have no life, do it by all means. You would rather spend a few minutes turning green with envy or nak bahan orang tak tentu pasal than doing something more productive, like eat or sleep or mind your own business? I bet you can think of something in that really intelligent head of yours.

But what is not okay if I suddenly hear or find out teeny weeny bit of stories going around about me among our friends that you simply fabricate for your own sick enjoyment. You can say what you think of me to my face but not to my friends. I heard one rumour and it is super dee duper funny and it made me go into this crazy frenzy of "Hmm can I still trust my friends or are they just pretending to be one-thing".

It is really sad how my friends are yours too but bear in mind, my life isn't. You can call me anything you like, really degrading labels that people who have my back can burn you alive but to me, they are just words honey, and certainly what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

One story from you, and I'll unzip this mouth of mine. Oh you don't know just what I am capable of. Lots of stories to tell, and I got lots of time. For now, I'm enjoying my life without your presence and I finally realized that getting rid of one bad person out of your life doesn't cost you a thing. It just makes you more fabulous than ever. God speed yeah mate.