confessions of an emo-fuckshit

just a week ago, i had this battling "self-talk". i didn’t quite know that the friend requests of few no-good-EXs would bother me that much.

for a fact, i was in no mood to approve their requests. i could never offer them my friendship. goodness gracious! what for??? but.. my close friend told me that diapproving them would mean bitterness and my inability of moving on. she said that it’s time to patch things up and be friends. i guess, chi did manage to change my conviction that i decided to approve them.

but approving them proved to be a mistake.

i realized that being friends with them would never change things. i still do hate them.

they thought that their years of being silent would erase the  fuckin’ fact that their kin had played on me–for some fuckin’ reason that i care not to know. after being a laughing stock to these three stooges(who, i may say are cousins), i’ve learned my lesson. THA, JHO and SHADZ could not, should not, and could never to be trusted.

i don’t wanna be in their lists of girls anymore. i could very well enough do without their friendship.

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