Fuck you when you ask me to wait for you. Fuck the days and not hours i waited. Fuck your empty promises. Fuck those time when we were together. Fuck how much you think i don't know, and fuck how much you did not want me to know. Sometimes i rather not know too. Now you blame me for hanging up, you blame me for not picking up. But have you ever thought of why? Because i fucking knew everything. How about try putting yourselves in my shoe. And ask, before you conclude. Seriously, you can save the sarcasm.

Im laughing at how the world is such a big joke. So much expectations, so much hopes, so much lies. Too much perhaps. Ha ha ha. I keep thinking about us, and maybe i got tired of waiting. Maybe it's time to stop believing. What am i waiting for? What am i believing in? Yeah right, its time to stop.

Bed needs me now.