Hate... Dislike...

I felt empty.

I went back home last weekend and I felt good. I felt so good that I wanted to quit my life now and get back to the good old days.

I needed a vacation to break me up and all these while, I've spared my life with rationality and emotion, juggling up all works at the same time.

I'm a workaholic and I'm about to make no change.

People don't see that I was depressed. People don't see that I was frustrated. People don't see that I was disappointed over myself and my surrounding. People saw the happy and will always see the happy me. I don't show the inner me a lot and I know I'm suck at it, but sometimes, I need to back off.

Back off from all the pain and enjoy life at its best. But it's hard to do that.

I don't hate people for anything. I don't do that. I believe everybody has their own way of doing things and I can live fine with it. I just dislike people for some reasons and have no desire to socialize and befriend with. I don't have time to do that. I'm selfish and yet, I'm selfless. Everything is not about me, but it's for me and my surroundings' own good.

I know people dislike me and I give no fuss about that. I don't need people to like me if they don't want to. I'm sarcastic, harsh, choosy, fussy, radical, irrational, emotional, conservative, liberal, whatsoever you call it.

I don't care and it doesn't matter because this is my life that I'm living it, not yours. So, I give no darn of your dislikes on me. Not at all.

Life is terrible, especially when I'm in it. If you don't like it, then just go away.

Toodles!