I get irritated,
when I found out that I have just told someone about myself, things that I like, things that I do, my concerns, my past, my love life, my favourite books, my favourite movies, or anything that has something to do with me;
it happened that the person didn’t even seem to care.
Well, i couldn’t blame he/she. He/she might merely a stranger for me after all.
The only person to be blamed for this was me.
I’ve already know that i’d be irritated for this,
why am I keep doing it anyway?
Go away, self-disclosure, just go.
You’re not helping me.
– D! –