I know you’re tired after work,
I know, during traffic jams, the devil in you will surface,
I know your mood now is fucking lousy because of the stupid Malaysian traffic,
I know the mad drivers on the road,
I know how the 6 pm traffic feels.
I really do.
And I just wanted to call and cheer you up.
But you spoke to me in a monotonous tone, like the very thing you wanna do is just wait for me to hang up.

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Is it that hard for you spare me a bit of affection? I’ve been pretty lonely lately… Not that I’m complaining of my responsibility, but being in an office? It’s not where I belong… Gosh 4th semester, come and welcome me in your arms faster before I die of loneliness… I miss my friends… I miss you too.

And I thought, when everything is so fucked up for you, you’d appreciate a little phone call. I guess I was wrong. Sorry to disturb your peace being stuck in the jam. You know what? The jam ain’t my fault. If it is mine, scream at me, slap me, just don’t talk to me like it’s my fault! I love you so much yet I hate your ‘road temper’ with a passion! Don’t give me ‘You’ll know what it feels when you’re driving’ excuse, I don’t buy that! The temper is yours to control, not being affected by the surroundings. If it were, I would be yelling at my parents for making me stay in the office!

Seldom emo on my blog, as of now this is the only outlet I have. Sorry people.

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