just minishorts.

Sometime ago, we fell out.

That's all right, we didn't have to have similarities to be friends, neither do you need differences to be enemies. That's fine.

You keep up.
You read things like this.
You cringe.
You choke.

That's natural.

You're so vain, you think this post is about you.

The kink in disgruntled people who are unable to disentangle themselves from the hauntings that rope them down, is just that. When something bad happens (that in no way, refers to them), they think, 'Is it me?' 'What's wrong with her?', and then they brainwash themselves into the chant, 'Must be, must be, must be, no one else.'

The truth is this: it might be you, it might not be you. Because that that you've done, it's not just once and this post could have appeared in another person's blog. Another person that I might know, but more likely than not you won't know whether I know that person, more than likely it's happened before.

Then you'll die trying to scratch your innards thinking about whether it's got to do with you, why does it have to happen to you.

I like the flattery of the finger pointing, if it rocks your socks, then I say whatever makes you happy, dude, babe, honey, sweetie, then okay, this post is about you. But then I'm sorry, you're really wrong. Come, come, we should really just smile at the weekends, and then our friends don't have to cringe so much and talk up other meet up spots, just so that we can genuinely talk about things that matter, definitely not you, but bags and clothes, and stupid things people do, like think that written rants are about them.

You're that aunt-in-law, but then actually, you're a man, no you're just a tired mother, actually you're that lost child. Was it you? All right, I'll give you a clue. We shared a drink once.

But because you think, it's all about you. You think, I was am talking about you. You think, it starts from us. Because of that once.

When in truth, it never was about you.

My take: it's CNY around the corner, and spring means starting afresh, maybe not with me, but definitely with yourself.

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