Misfortune.

A misfortune to meet you.

You are inconsiderate, disgusting, pervertic and every bad vice anyone can ever say. You are an alcoholic, gambler, unfaithful lover, something no girl ever wants.
You are horrible, irresponsible, loathsome, no one will ever want to go near you.

Why should I even waste my breath on you? Why should I even blog about you? I would really love to go right in front of you, expose every little secret of you, but I can't because I have to and it's only right for me to respect you.

You've hurt her so much, you made her feel worthless and useless. You made her sad, you made her cry. You're horrible. Such a great person was pulled down by you. You made her like this, you made her worry everyday.

& What Can You Do?

' Aiya, Stop talking about it already la. I've done enough'


Right. if you've done enough, what has she done? More than enough?

you're disgusting and horrible, no difference than a dirty whore that goes to those kind of dark places with unholy skirts. Oh, and I bet you do go there, be it even in your own imagination.

Even if you do go there, if everyone knows what you do and who you are, no one would even go to you, whatever price it is.

Sure you may be smart and all these, but, so? What is knowledge for if you don't put it to good use?

I have been suffering in silence, I really want to expose everything you have done.. The people around you have all been suffering in silence...

You're a male tramp. I hate you. I HATE YOU.