I do not hate him, or I don’t anymore when I realize it
takes courage to be there. Besides, I was quite oblivious.
Moreover, his attitude
is out in the clear, and I have all grown up and with the increasing of age,
come with the mature quality,so I let go.
Once I paid a great deal in the so-called relationship,
and in return, I learned more.
Call it even.
Things hardly change a little in my life later.
I still choose to keep a slap-happy approach to life, like
always.
I still roar with laughter for a joke.
I hang out with guys and play jokes with no scruple
I devour if hungry, regardless of the image.
I seldom turn to help even it was hard to unscrew the lid
of a bottle.
I do not spare a minute to put on makeup in the interest of
more sleep.
And it never bugged me when the bus is coming along while I
was miles away with high-heel shoes.
All these things I did turn me into-as they quote- a tough
girl.
I appreciate the name, for I live up to it.
Maybe that is pretty
much the reason why I was single all the time with plenty of boys around me.
I
am very blunt as well as straightforward.
They want to befriend me, but that is
all--no crush, no further steps.
I would love to bear the fact, because it
makes life easier and simple.