unspoken lines. There's things that causes my thoughts. & I decided to spill it here. My name is Phuong, & nice to meet you. (:
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I’m sick of you

pockyproblem:

monsterkins:

talking crap about me to her. Why can’t you get over it? If you got a problem with me, talk to me. Because, all you do is just give me looks when you’re talking. And I’m pretty sure I know that sign. I even offered you to talk to me. But I don’t care what you say about me. It’s very old. All you’re doing is causing more drama. What if I do the same to you? I bet you would be sick of it too. Every action, everything I do, you just judge me right away.. I’m sorry I had to blog about you, but I’m REALLY getting sick of it & I gotta blog.

I thought you didn’t care anymore?  I’m not causing any “drama,” because all of this has been here since the beginning of the year.  Go ahead, spread a rumor about me.  Talk crap about me.  I don’t care.  If you’re going to tell me that I don’t care because I “don’t know how it feels,” then go ahead.  Give me a taste of my own medicine.  I don’t mind.

I don’t care what you say about me. But all those stares SHIRLEY gives me is pissing me off. Why would I freaking do that? Rumors are pathetic. & the blog isn’t for you, kay? Its for your dear friend SHIRLEY. She judges me everything I do. & gives me stares. Can’t she ever stop? I already know the answer, its definitely a NO.