Buttons pressed

This week, just the wrong buttons have been pressed. Buttons. Not button.
Not cool. Not cool at all.

A basket of all my favorite fruits and an 8-hour long sleep tonight will give me a better day tomorrow.
I will do what I like tomorrow and make myself laugh as much as I can.
It's one long weekend for me because I have projects for every. single. bit. itty. of. class. I enrolled this semester.

Have a good weekend y'all. Don't Facebook too much.

I just...

You know my needs and You know my cries.
You know what's going on because You have eyes.

I just... want to see myself getting out of it soon.

:'(

The Intruder

You know, I really want to rant it out but not in public like FB.

I know who my close friends are. I don't like it when you pretend to be my close friend and announce it in public. I don't usually say no when friends come and visit me. But if you are going to act as if you are my somebody or like as if I know you for so long like we are buddies, and now that I really need my own space at home before I leave all my loved ones and my best friend(s) (they know who they are), but you came barging into my place and sat down there like a boss. And to top that up, you even disturb my other close friends by contacting them when my friends are all busy with college and work.

Have you not have any courtesy and sensitivity in you at all?

We were never close friends. I don't think we will ever.

I shall not continue to write down the rest of the details, of how you have upset me.