This is not a consolatory or confessional piece. It's a justification of my actions. I can't cope with her superficiality, stupidity, passivity, and flirting any more. I give her more than she deserves and all I want that she spares me of all the subtle taunts, insults, and attempts to make me jealous. And not to mention all the disgusting gifts and all the thoughts of associating most things with her. Why?
I am that arrogant, that I want first class accommodation in someones heart when it counts or else I just don't want to be there at all. And no one should fool with a creative person who is bound to be complex inside and can well be turbulent with unresolved traumatic memories.
1 comment:
first class accomodation - loved every bit :)
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