you know what i dont like? i dont like stupid maldivian blabber mouths.
scenario
im passed out in the streets of malaysia, druggie written all over me. my face sucken in, my hair all messed up, dog poop on my shirt. im there, on the street, my eyes blurry from the shot i apparently just had saying "ey part mee bending namaadhey nooney", now theres a good reason to go and blabber.
"you know that guy, your son, you boyfriend, i saw him passed out on the street, yeah... druggie written all over him.. tsk tsk"
now that i`d understand, taking me off the streets, telling my parents, my friends, thats good.. that would be nice. but when i havent done anything except put an earring on my ear, i expect that to be my own personal shit. i mean what the hell, i put on a stupid earring and this stupid fucker goes and tells my mom, she`s old fashioned, doesnt like it. i accept that, thats mom, thats who she always was, thats why i dont let her know of the way i would like to live. but now cause of that stupid retard she wudnt trust me, not only that, now she wudnt really talk..
nice huh? cause this "person" saw me oh. i mean what the hell is it to that "person" . and the funny thing is that "person" went to my mom specifically to talk about me and went to lengths to convince her? what the hell.. get a life.. why the fuck do people feel the need to do that? i hate blabber mouths, people i dont know, people who dont care about me and neither anyone i love, talking about me. its great coming between people huh? even cockroaches have better meaning in life than them.
cant even do anything about it.. the source remains unnamed... the fucktard..
scenario
im passed out in the streets of malaysia, druggie written all over me. my face sucken in, my hair all messed up, dog poop on my shirt. im there, on the street, my eyes blurry from the shot i apparently just had saying "ey part mee bending namaadhey nooney", now theres a good reason to go and blabber.
"you know that guy, your son, you boyfriend, i saw him passed out on the street, yeah... druggie written all over him.. tsk tsk"
now that i`d understand, taking me off the streets, telling my parents, my friends, thats good.. that would be nice. but when i havent done anything except put an earring on my ear, i expect that to be my own personal shit. i mean what the hell, i put on a stupid earring and this stupid fucker goes and tells my mom, she`s old fashioned, doesnt like it. i accept that, thats mom, thats who she always was, thats why i dont let her know of the way i would like to live. but now cause of that stupid retard she wudnt trust me, not only that, now she wudnt really talk..
nice huh? cause this "person" saw me oh. i mean what the hell is it to that "person" . and the funny thing is that "person" went to my mom specifically to talk about me and went to lengths to convince her? what the hell.. get a life.. why the fuck do people feel the need to do that? i hate blabber mouths, people i dont know, people who dont care about me and neither anyone i love, talking about me. its great coming between people huh? even cockroaches have better meaning in life than them.
cant even do anything about it.. the source remains unnamed... the fucktard..
3 comments:
never give a flying fuck about fucktards like that, whatever the fuckin' circumstances that follow their fuckism.
meehunge dhulaku nihifehteyne...i no it sucks...one fuckin reason y i hate maldivians...coz they bable abt every single thing they see
yea dat happens to me too and its so annoying. i personally think dat they lead such a boring sad life dat they cant stand watching ppl being happy.
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