I hate the fact that my life is well balance. Yes to be blatantly rude, my life is too normal. I am not really good or really bad in something. I am too average, too boring.
I hate that i am a good friend anyone could ever have. Never be more than that. To my girlfriends; i’m sorry that not all my secrets are to be shared. And to my boyfriends; i’m sorry that i still couldn’t bridge that gap between us. And I’m sorry i’m implausible to involve love between our liaisons. To anyone whom this may concern, i’m sorry that i’m afraid to be bonded (as much as i hate to be alone). I’m afraid of being jilted. I’m afraid that i could be hurt.
I hate that i am not myself anymore. It is not that i don’t want to be related or attached to anyone but i am now very fragile. And it is always just i who’ll take care of me. I hate that i can always pretend that i am tough and strong. I hate that i could always smile and laugh even that i wound inside. I hate that i am a very good actor with a very positive ethics.
I hate my job because i have none.
I hate that i’m still unprepared to leave this country, even that i tried to do it several times. I love my country but i hate to be governed by mindless, dim-witted, intolerable people with minimum capacity of integrity. I hate that the politicians could only bring humiliation to my Malaysia. I hate to see them talking and hoping that public will follow their shower of spits. I hate them make the nation look stupid.
But don’t worry, I love YOU. Honestly.
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