Demented to be Forever Alone.

What if I’m not exactly who you think I am? I know I’m too difficult to handle. I get pissed off over little things. I get too happy over ridiculous stuffs like rainbows, bananas, rain, sunflowers and marshmallows. I like to be treated like a best friend, an enemy, a princess and a slave all at the same time. I like happy surprises but I hate it when people don’t tell me things that I really need to know. I hate it when I get stood up. I hate broken promises. I’m going to need a high maintenance and nobody’s probably ever going to put up with that. So, yeah. That’s it. I might as well start courting myself because I’m probably the only person who can put up with me. Ha-ha.

Back to Hell.

I'm not excited for school. I used to be so psyched for the first-day-of-school feelings but nah. I'm not even thrilled to have my daily allowance back. And my super stupid schedule with a public speaking class isn't helping either. And I'm not looking forward to seeing anybody from school, yet. Ugh. But then I have to face the fact that my summer is done and gone. I have to get back to reading articles and stuff, to exercising my neurons, and to endless projects and exams in hell. Ugh. This is it. I have to hang in here and not fail anything. Aja!

Game over.

I think ending this right now is for the best. I mean, he said so himself that he’s only good at acting sweet and romantic and all but he’s not even willing to commit himself into any relationship. I'm just both happy and sad that this short pseudo-relationship (or something) is over. Sad because I know I’ll miss all those things with him, but happy that at least I'm not so into him yet for this whole thing to hurt like hell.