i hurt someone who hurt me first. i do not tell people that they have hurt me, instead, i passively inflict it back on them, hoping that they will realise something about their actions, that maybe they will get a hint why i am behaving the way i am behaving. but this time, this person did not take a hint. they were not hit by any realisation that why i was being my unusual self, that why all of a sudden i was not so polite, the way i usually try to be, that why i was sounding so dispirited, so disheartened. they simply chose to cut me off from their life for the way i hurt them. i cannot blame them. i agree i was ruthless with what i spoke in the heat of the moment. they are being reasonable for deciding not to be friends with me anymore.

they meant something to me, and i was not anticipating a sudden discontinuation of our friendship. all i was wishing for was a mere realisation on their part. i believe it would have been better to voice out to them that they hurt me instead of serving that hurt back to them. it would have been better to clearly communicate it to them instead of pretending that i was not affected. because everybody is not going to decode the meaning behind your actions. because people are not mind-readers, and they will not get you until you use words to let them know. words. i wish i was using words, the necessary ones. perhaps, i expect too much.

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen

put him in a room with these two and he'd kill himself then and there.

xialing : i wanna be more than friends with you, katy. katy : oh shang chi : you wanna be cousins with her ? :0

Ikaris pussy.