Actually I'm not sure if it's right to feel this way.

I have this terrible thing that I do,
Whereby I lose my appetite whenever things get bad and I get a little too sad to function.

Because I couldn't feel anger for a Friend, only that gut wrenching sensation that makes me feel void of emotion when I look at you.
I stared straight into your eyes and you couldn't even maintain that eye contact;
Your eyes flicked around and you made your selfish case adamantly.
Then, you followed me around and pretty much demanded that I don't make you out as the bad guy. So consent wasn't enough, giving in wasn't sufficient; I had to wholly submit and appreciate you for doing something like this and baring your true colors in such an ugly manner.

It'd have been different if you had listened to my reason, emphathised, didn't make that decision behind my back, tried to persuade me instead of pushing it onto me, and didn't try being the victim when it's all just a simple case of our well-beings clashing together.

Ah, yes, I think that I might actually be able to slowly turn it into anger, now.
But it's such a wrenching feeling.

And am I actually justified for feeling this way?
Maybe, I was the bish here and all of you are actually the victims that you all make yourselves out to be.

Even if I speak well, I convey things well and I persuade people well,
There was no way out of a human who refuses to budge because, well,
Humans' need for self benefit triumphs above all.


.
So I've basically not eaten in over fourteen hours,
And I wasn't gonna eat anything till lunch tomorrow or something
But mum brought me those beautiful egg tarts

Even though I said I didn't want anything.

That's nice, huh.


Indeed.

Not everything's bad.

But I just feel so heavy right now.
And I say thanks without actually saying it out,
And I secretly wish for mum to bring me more egg tarts,

And I feel that much better.