Understanding no more

We all go through some kind of stress at some points in our lives. And we all deal with it in our own ways. Some in good ways, some not so. But eventually, we deal with it.

This I understand.

But the way you get all panicky and snappy and "sorry-but-my-sh*t-is-more-important-than-your-sh*t" gets to me. Once, sure I understand. Twice, I can understand too. Thrice, I'm not a doormat. More than that, don't be surprised if I don't jump in excitement when you call.

This you have to understand.

You feel that you've been dealt with some bad cards. You feel that others don't understand you. You feel that when the going gets tough, its h3ll out there. Well guess what? Life's unfair. Live with it.

This we already understand.

Once the novelty wears off, the politeness no longer necessary, the strange faces not so strange anymore. It becomes a task. No. A chore, more like. Of having to deal with your ways. Of having to bear with your mood swings. Of having to be understanding when I don't feel like it anymore.

So please do understand.

That I am tired of trying to understand you anymore.
I just don't want to anymore.

Understand?

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There was supposed to be a few parts of the Bali updates but I got sidetracked. With Life.
Sorry. Will get back to the updates whenever I can.

For now, this space will be my rant zone. So bear with me :P