Thursday, 29 March 2012

In a tizzy

I have been keeping this feelings to myself but today marks the end of how much longer I can still hold on to this. Yes, today I am totally pissed off, outraged, infuriated and offended. Whatever other terms you call it, that's it. Insulting me, telling me how lame and tedious my job is doesn't make you a superman or better yet the President of the Philippines. True, I am working at my Dad's company, so what? I am still revolving around my comfort zone, I haven't had the experience of what "she" has experienced but you've got no right to compare me to her. We're different. Totally sundry from each other.
I thought and hoped that keeping these sentiments to myself would someday fade away and I'll forget about it. But it proved me wrong. I found myself crying, I didn't know why but when I had flashbacks about your "jokes" my tears just streamed down my face. God knows how much I wanted to tell my parents, cry to them, act like a kid and tell how detestable you are but no, I can't. A part of me is telling me to deal with this on my own. You say I'm insensitive? Really? Then what does that make you? Please, stop with the judgmental attitude you've got a lot more to know about me, you're not my best friend neither a member of my family so that doesn't give you a single right to judge me. I was wrong, I thought you were a good person but your actions proved the other way. I tried looking for your good characteristics, I saw some yet all of it vanished because of your attitude problem. One favor from me, would you mind developing your own mind-set before reckoning someone else's mental outlook? It will prolly make the world a better place. You act more than my father, you nag all the time, insult me in front of my friends, telling lackluster jokes about my relationship with other people and my own personal life? Boy, you've got some major attitude problem there. If bullying makes you happy, then the stage is all yours. I wouldn't mind. Really. But I hope someday you'll realize you made a monster, and that's me. You'd probably need help from me but don't worry, I'll be there, pushing you down. Mark my word. Tonight I will let all these tears flow down my face for tomorrow I will stand up and forget this.

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