(This is a hatred-filled post full of ramblings on hatred, hatred and hatred. Don’t read if you are in a good mood)

I don’t like attitudes. Don’t show it to me. I like personality, but showing THE attitude is a whole different story.

FYI: Attitude ≠ Personality.

I don’t care how close you are to me – in fact the closer you are to me the more you should know not to show me THE attitude. Being emo once in a while is totally OK. Even men have pre-menstrual syndrome sometimes, I totally get it. But me being uber nice to you, is not something for you to take for granted. I mean which type of pathetic loser asks for sympathy?! Who the hell you think you are? If you’re down I can back you up, cheer you up, console you, hug you, listen to all your ramblings. But when you tell me zero stuff, don’t expect me to know what to say lah! I can lay off a bit, but don’t go cold on me when I dunno what to do to get you up again! Sometimes people say there’s nothing wrong, but even Captain Utter-most Unobvious can see you’re being emo. And when I ask you say I am not being emo I am fine There is nothing wrong No keep on talking I am OK, so when I decide not to be so sensitive and just go on like usual, you show me THE attitude! I mean, WHAT?! So not on! And everyone is doing it! Even my mum(ho.ho.surprize ). Stupid stupid stupid stupid peoples. I hate the world I hate everyone in it I hate everything that has got to do with it!

What is it with people these days?!

*grumble grumble grumble…

JY

Stupid!