Maybe because I hate people, I am still here, not rush into any love relationship or marriage while half of my friends is about to end their single life.
Maybe because I hate people, I found myself hating me, sometimes. Hating me for not being able to cope with some feelings that I should never bumped into.
Maybe because I hate people, I always prefer to be in strangers crowd so that I feel secure and do not have to protect any human’s feeling. I do not have to pretend like I care of everything, I just want to do my own things and chase things that I want. Maybe I will stay very close to the people I love most, but in most times, I need my own space. Space – where I can be a carefree being.
I don’t want to mess around with people’s feeling, so I will just do what’s necessary to convey my feelings. If I say don’t put hope on me, it means go away in a polite sense. Because I hate people, I found it annoying if you cling to me too much. I mean, you gotta find how to live your life.
I don’t know. I feel like you people don’t have to love me or like me or pretend to be so. I am totally fine if you were to say you’re no longer love or care about me. It is okay for you to admit the feeling has gone. Because I hate people and their variety of behaviors, I’m just fine here – – very fine actually.