why do i care about their impressions of me?
i've long wanted to train myself on the skill of indifference.
that cold, immune attitude.
at that certain point in life, i thought the best way of revenge is indifference.
what can hurt more, than someone placing that right in your face?
but that can only be true when one is filled with hatred.
it's only good for revenge.
i can disregard them, but i cant disregard others.
others who are kind, who are friends.
i mind the opinions of those whom i care about.
in fact, very much indeed.
what SOME PEOPLE manage to do effortlessly, sad to say, i cant do the same.
it's a relief, only because it proves that i'm not in the same league as them.
i had thought it's an easy task.
but now i realised, not everyone can do that.
a friend once told me, hatred eats you up. it consumes you to the extent that, you're hurting yourself so.
usually someone hates another, because the person has done something unforgivable.
but it's not always the case.
you may also hate someone because the person has made you realise that you have hateful character traits in you.
regardless of the methods he used.
regardless of whether he had really meant for it to happen.
childish. isnt it?
time erodes.
but does it erode memories and experiences deeply etched in the heart?
