And it started to eat me up from inside.
The bitch is there and I am here and I feel the itch to just strike back.
Like I said, maybe he is too good for me.
Like this is a sign for me to understand what I am missing and mistreated.
Suddenly I feel so reserved from the surroundings like preserved in some "bubble" which miracly able to withstand up to this point in my life. Usually the case was when I felt threatened, I'd let it be but for this time round, I'll strike back, for sure. I know he's mine but does this bitch knows how to get the hell out of our lives?
I am already as miserable as it is as you can see. Add in more stress, I'd might just harden up and make yours worst too. If she happen to find my blog, my name is Siti Suhailah and not Illah. If you're lucky, I might just imprint it to your forehead. No, I am not scared by moving but just love to have you picking up my pieces. I am lucky in fact to be engaged to him while you, oh well, just out there being far more than "a jealous bitch".
Well, this lighten up my anger, I am smiling and in the brink of laughter. And soon, Pri 2 students will make my day all better. Come here my darlings :)
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