the cynic.

I have been too much of an optimist in front of people. In fact, other people would think that I am too nice. BUT, what they don't know, is that I was always my own cynic. The type that slowly devours it's prey into a senseless and dark vacuum of... well... darkness. *shrugs*

Now, I am a fan of happiness more than the next person but, you can't expect me to change how I feel in a matter of minutes, days or even weeks. The thing that I have inherited from my parents is the fact that I hold grudges. No, not the type that you see in movies, and not the type that can make me angry for the longest time. My grudge is the type that never forgets. That lingers. and that can be caught up in different situations as ways of comparison or being all sentimental. (although lately I have been experiencing the type of grudge wherein I remain angry at a certain person for the longest of time and that I do my best to not even see that person. -_-)

The fact that I failed my second exam here in my job is not a pick-me-upper as well.

This is not my night. The latter days AND nights were not any better too.

Getting upset is tiring.. -_- I just wish it will all go away. -_-















-sF-