Grow up from your own little world, please.
And I thought only the younger generations would be so blinded by the silverspoon they're being fed with.
The older generations are seemingly more susceptible to the uncomprehensible nature of being awfully unreasonable and obstinate, with eyes open only to opportunities which may prove beneficial to oneself. What makes it even further worth ranting over, is how irresponsible and immature they can really get when it comes to self-advancement.
Let everyone else be the judge, pinpointing the things you've done self-centeredly - oh wait, that makes up everything. It's interesting how you worked your way up the ranks; it's even more impressive how blinded the organisation is to condone such retarded-immature-acts of making yourself shine. The whole world sees through it, and the whole world knows what an a--h--- you are. Needless to say, even the more veteran personnel second the notion.
You've ridiculed the term "success", and tainted the dreams of people who genuinely work hard towards their goals.
Maybe I've been too naive to believe in hard work and success. Maybe this world was, is, and will always be full of corruption. But touch your heart. Are you able to proclaim the success was obtained through legitimate means, witnessed through the eyes of many? Grow up from your own little world, please. Reality has been infiltrated by non-deserving individuals - individuals who simply have no proper conscience and morals.
Sigh.
Month, after month.
In a blink, we have drifted a month ahead. In a blink, we all have, to some extent, changed within this one month. For myself, I've slowly shown signs of adapting to the monotonous 8 -5.30 routine. (I know many of you will rant at this). But as the saying goes, "the grass is always greener on the other side". There're both pro's and con's to a stay-out vocation. I'm getting used to my 90 minutes journey home each day, and the exorbitant transport fares.
Listening to the song "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne really brings back so much memories. The endless work and impending stress creates the apt opportunity to feel nolstalgic this cold night. Those times, I still cannot forget. It wasn't much, it wasn't deep, but I guess I never could completely forget. So much was shared between us - fun, laughter, silliness. Our endless chats about everything under the sun - I miss it so much. And when it all ended so abruptly, I was unable to face it. So much so I stayed silent the next few months, still unable to comprehend everything that had swiftly occured.
It's been half a year and counting. I wonder how things have changed for both of us. I'm not even sure how much I've changed, if I have at all. We never talked, I never dared. I was afraid of invoking some dreadful emotions. I decided to give time a try, to watch as time healed things. I don't know if it hasn't been long enough, or just not possible; We were never able to break down the wall lying between us, one that was created during that period. You never did; I never dared; We never tried.
I'm digging deep into the past, in search for salvation from this deep abyss of unhappiness. I'm relying on the very memories of you and I, for I know, I was once really happy. Those times are now gone, and very aptly, when you're gone, I broke. Can you see this facade of mine? I want to go back to the past, but I never will. Because you had moved on, and we were not meant to be.
But still, I miss you so.