Title-less

Gaaah, I just gave it a title.

ANYWAY, have you ever had a feeling that you've done SO MUCH for someone who doesn't even appreciate it?

You always thought what you're doing is simply not enough, because you care from the bottom of your heart, you're too afraid to lose that particular someone, be it a friend, your other half or...anyone. Then your life revolves around that person when you do more and more things for them.

It's not that I'm expecting anything in return, but don't you think it's only fair to treat people the way you're treated, or the way you WANT to be treated?

Then you apologize for not appreciating. It doesn't make any sense at all. It's either you appreciate, or you don't.

The longer it gets, you probably grow stronger and resistant to bullshit you're about to hear again. Same story every time, nothing new. and THEN you learn to give up and leave them alone. Not like they'll notice your absence anyway, because they never did as much as what you've done.

Well, after this long rant. My point being, don't ever hurt someone who really appreciated or loved you because when that person realised what she/he's been doing has gone to waste, you're off the list of people-I-care-about.

Love doesn't mean you are still clinging on to the previous relationship, it's to make your life more colourful by filling it with love instead of hatred. Is it necessary to make everything awkward?

D-day awaits

so SPM is in less than 80 days, which explains the title of this blog entry.

Killjoy.

What do I want at this moment?

• a day off without seeing any books
• vacation
  
• to plan for post-Spm activities!
  

I hate how SPM stops us from having fun and how it kills my enthusiasm to blog.