I have to say I'm not a poetic person. Neither do I have such wonderful vocabulary.
Yet I still think I see fit to say that she doesn't repent.
So foolish. So sad.
Too bad. Too sad.
At this rate, either one of us is going to fall and I don't think it's me.
Why, you ask? Why the newfound confidence?
Because I've already Fallen five years ago.
I say we both made the mistake, yet she says "No. YOU made the mistake."
"I am the clean slate, I am the right one."
Let others choose who to believe, she says.
Such irony, considering that almost everybody reads her blog and nobody reads mine.
So you win? So you're popular?
Silly, silly girl. Foolish girl.
I gave her a chance to turn back. To stop her hatred.
Don't worry. Don't cry. Because I'll be there to watch when your anger consumes you.
I'll be there to watch when your hatred eats you alive.
I warned you, didn't I? I tried to be tactful once. I tried to be nice.
Go on, tell the whole world about your story.
I'll be by the side...watching.
By the time you've destroyed yourself, you won't even know what hit you.
Poor girl.
Am I wrong...? Or am I right? Have you already become rotten to the core and I do not see it?
I'm not ungrateful. I do acknowledge your existence and the things you did that brought me joy. Yet you refused to admit that you're in the wrong as well.
Please, if you must. Go on blasting your wonderful vocab at every single human and condemning their english like you always do.
I won't say that I can tell who is the 'winner' of this all. (It has become a competition to survive for you.)
However, I can tell you one thing.
"The tears of pity I might have shed for your sorry state...
Grows stronger and turns into hate."
Sorry...my dear, dear friend.
The Hwee Tian I know, is already dead.
Goodnight, whoever you are. Bless your sorry soul.
You'll realize it soon. ___________________________________________________________________
After comments: Two posts in one day? Amazing. x.x I did feel the need to point out some things to someone though. I hope everybody is a little patient with the stuff I write.
Maybe I should stop this childlish act and stop replying to her blog writings. (Yes, I have to admit that I have been acting like a child who refuses to not have the last laugh.)
But yeah. Watch and see. She'll hurt me real bad some more, but at the end of it...
She'll be the one who gets consumed by the flames of hatred and hell which she had created herself.
Name: Sakura Rikami
Birthday: 15th June
Location: In the deepest depths of hell
Age: Sure...I'll tell you if you come to hell with me. xD
{Faves/Desires/Wishes}
-I just want someone to release me from my hell.
-Cosplay costumes?
-An Ipod. (I wanna listen to songs!)
-Comics. LOTS of comics.
-Lazy to write the rest...^^"