Of love/hate relationships.

Don't expect any more updates for a long while because I have no inspiration to write. Neither do I feel like writing about my not-very-exciting life. I have lost the motivation to blog for a while now. Besides, I find more gratification in writing to myself in a notebook. Pen and paper stays true to you. Im writing to myself, im writing to you and the day I stop writing would be the day things improve. Im hoping till then the friendship will be an unspoken promise. Im hoping till then you'll not give up on me just yet.

Love,
Poovan.

Because I must admit that your genetic code is quite sexy. I wish to keep it with me forever.

Humas are probably the worst kind of breed around. Always the most eager to judge and jump to conclusions like they know you so fucking well and you own them a fucking living. I thought you wear clothes to please yourself, choose to visit certain kind of places because you feel like it and do whatever it is you wanna do because it seems/feels right to you, yes/no? However, you're once too often judged by the kind of clothes you wear, the places you go to and the habits you pick up.

Honestly, I do not fucking care how people look at me because if I start living life just to please others, who the fuck is gonna please me? Yeah im so vulgar, yeah I dress like a slut, yeah I look like a wayward kid with all my tattoos and piercings, yeah I seem like every parent's worse nightmare. But because you don't fucking know me personally, you have no bloody right to judge. Don't you think so?

I get so annoyed when my relatives espescially start gossiping spreading fucking rumors around saying im a bad kid with no future etc.I think relatives make your worst enemy. They'll fucking bring you down when you least expect it. The term 'relatives' is just for namesake honestly. Its been in me to never give a fuck everytime a certain friendship goes wrong espescially with the people at work, trust me, I couldn't care less. Firstly I dont fucking give a damn if they live or die. Secondly, they aren't my cup of tea and thirdly, they are worse than animals, trust me when I say so. You'll be shock to know the kind of people who work with me at Starbucks. They're only old in age, but they have the lowest mentality ever. I mean every work place has its black sheeps but in Sbux, espescially at my outlet, its like everyone is a black sheep. So honestly, even if I lose a friend there, I couldn't care less.

The people I care the most about are my bunch of close friends, the handful of them, i'll die for. The rest, to hell with them.

So yes, now judging on my current post, people are yet again gonna go, this girl is so arrogant blah3. Fuck you all because I don't give two flying fucks about what you think of me. Save your breath darlings. This is me, love me or hate me, its fine with me.

So anyway, oh cmon im not that bad and angsty after all. I just like doing things that benefit me. Don't you?