juz some of my habits of late.. so if u see me comin, run.. run far, far away... haf some sense n move out of e line of fire.. stay away fm me n u shall be safe.. if hear me whine; juz listen.. u shld noe betta than to walk into a minefield (not dat it's yr choice in e first place).. coz i tink dat's wat i am now.. a minefield..one wrong step n i'm gonna blow up in yr face.. no matter if u're innocent or otherwise.. juz like an injured beast, i'd snap at u.. even if u're tryin to help.. so, y bother, really? leave me alone to tend to my wound n i'd heal on my own.. or probly i'd juz die... but dat's not e point..
hear my war-cry..
® i so dun appreciate bein taken at face level.. as in, gimme some credit.. as hard as it may be to swallow, i do haf some depth n i do make use of e organ called brain.. n one other thing dat irks me as much is havin to ask fer some credit in e first place.. dun patronize me.. juz becoz i dun choose to wallow in e serious/depressin stuff, dat doesn't mean i dun get affected or dat i dun care... i choose to see things on e brighter side so do yrself a favour n dun try to change me..
