Aku tak terkecuali.
Adakalanya perkara-perkara real ni menyakitkan aku. Buat merana, rasa seperti tercekik-nafas-tersekat-sekat, buat dada rasa sebu dan otak sasau, but, in the end of the day, thats fucking real. Aku suka atau tak, kena telan dan makan. Macam masa kita kecil, benci nak mampus makan ubat, sebab ubat pahit. Tapi, tetap kena makan ubat yang bodoh tu, sebab, ubat tu adalah REAL.
I dont believe in aggressive psychical attack, even though, its so bloody real--the punches and the kicks. My words are my bullets. Im outspoken and use harsh words against people, but at least Im not pretending to be someone that Im not. I would rather be a jerk than a two-faced faker. Because, I wanna be real.
I want real friends, I want real people. I despise fakers, because fakers are fake, not real. Annoying monsters. Total arseholes. Yeah, Im an arsehole myself, but, at least, Im a real arsehole.
People hate it when you tell them the truth and some people hate it when they read this piece of babbling-low morale-not intellectual writing.
And, this fucking love. Im here, bleeding and enjoying every moment of it, because my love for you is fucking real.
Arsehole.
