Grunt

So what this blog about?

It’s about how hurt I was after I discovered that all the doubts inside my heart are true.I have been generous in giving (you) benefit of the doubt. I believed I was the extra nice me when its about issues concerning (you). I believed I have been the extra understanding me when it comes to (your) plight – of discerning how things cant be the normal.I believed I had been extra giver – not on things but of love. I believed I have tried to be extra content that I learn to settle on things and time you can offer. I believe I have been extra sympathetic – listening with your stories and absolutely abstaining in judging you and the people involved.

Is it my fault to be extra extra better me?

So why do you still have to lie? When fact is – nothing calls for you to do that!

So why you do you still needs to make up stories? – when fact is – I don’t even demand an excuse.

Things could be better – had you just keep mum. Had you consider being honest, not by telling me the truth but by abstaining make-up stories. I was sticking with you, not because of material things you have. Did I ever asked you to offer me things? Did I ever insinuate that I want you to buy some things for me? No right?

I went thro life the hard way… I don’t need anybody to make my life a bed of rose. I know how to earn my own living. and I am capable of making my own heaven. I don’t need you or anybody to sustain me.

I had a high regard to you. I have respected you more than a person should. I have cared for you more than I have cared a friend. I have trusted that you will not hurt me – but you failed.

Why?

Does it make you a better person? Does it make you feel better knowing you had set me to look like stupid? Does it make you happy leading me believed with your lies? Will it ads valor?

If it made you a better person – im sorry I don’t think I still want to be an accessory.

You don’t need to say sorry. I believe you are not.