Before, I would write sa journal pa, about my day, my grrr moments. But nowadays, it became tiring. I just sigh, and kept my mouth shut while my brain does all the talking whatever my mouth failed to utter.
Saying what you think will give you justice becomes tiring. Why do I need to say that for you to understand? Aren't you sensitive enough to grasp these kind of things?
Reminding all those things to you over and over again meant injustice in my part. Ugh! Shut up!