welcome to malibu, biatch.

Say no to vulgarities.
Somehow I realised that I don't have a privacy of my own, and I didn't need that in the past.
But now that I need it, people try to intrude into it.
F word to those whom themselves clearly know what they did to me.

It's the fire burning feeling again.
Stop blogger. Switch channel.
Somewhere else where stalkers wouldn't exist.
But I'm hesistating.

Why am I still letting such people affecting the way I behave?
Who wouldn't tell themselves to live for themselves and not for others.
Yeah I did. You people intruded, because the first and last fact is that you're not being very welcomed.

Time to be harsh. Where anything can be sacrificed.
Maybe I'm posting this today and being the same person again tomorrow, but at least I realised and I'm trying.

It's not just about this.
I'm having a foul mood now.
I have a forgetful mind, I even forgot about the true colours of some people.
But that actually meant, they were out of my ife for a period of time.
& that was very much needed.



Well, secretly laughing evil-ly.