You constantly look for a sign and when it's given to you and you don't like the answer, you call it a coincidence. There are no coincidences.
The Wood In The Trees by Ian Thomas
I always have the urge, strong urge; to do something stupid. Something that I’m not supposed to do. I mean urges to do anything impulsive. And I was given too many signs of why I should not to. But most of the time, ignore them.
Was it THAT bad? Or to you I'm just a cheap skank whom you wish to keep so that you can continuously toy me around?
Aku tarik nafas panjang and let out a tired sigh. Fine. Maybe I’m the jackass of the story. Or you can call me the female version of asshole. Whatever. Maybe I was the one who’s emotionally torturing you.
“Kau menyesal ke? Rasa wasted?” asked Ian.
“Tak. Aku tak menyesal for being true to myself. Tapi aku menyesal sebab that person don’t even worth a shit for it pun.” I answered.
No worries. Remember, I scratched a big mark behind. But for the record, I’m the hero of the story and I don’t need to be saved. Go figure and save yourself instead.
And if you thought that dropping hints here and there was enough to make me understand, you were wrong. Plain WRONG with capital letters. Because we haven't reached THAT kind of comfort zone yet. Like, seriously! It’s such a loooong way to go before we will ever reach there.
Mind you, kalau hari-hari sebelum ini boleh diulang kembali pun, aku tetap akan buat perkara yang sama. Really.
And unlike you, I don’t do desperate attempts in public spaces.
Look, who’s actually pathetic now? Pfttt.
