Last post for tonight (because I’m feeling absolutely sick and tired more than ever):

To the person who bothered reading what’s written there at my sidebar (also called as profile), thank you. Thank you for understanding that last line: how asking me won’t get you any answers. Thank you for understanding that I never tell things I don’t and/or can’t want to tell. Thank you for putting up with me even if I treated you like shit.

And to you, among all else, you were supposed to understand me best. But I guess it doesn’t always work that way.

I’m tired.

Of you.

And I’ll get some rest.

Before I hate you even more.