Do fucking I?

Misleading.

Today was boring. Knew shouldn't have gone school early. Or even attend class. Oh well, at least I get to do so in the coming weeks. On-topic, realize it's been 3 years. Quite fast huh. Gotta summarize what I'm talking about before I rant about 2004. OK 2005 where it all starts. 1st semester, 1st class. PF0102. Phoenix Park. A class full of maniacs, and I'm happy to be one. Still undisputed the best class of my life. Sadly, I don't get to see them much these days. So, life in RP follows this path: PF0102 --> Aikido --> Slacking --> Biotech --> FYP. Vague eh? I'm just surprised how time flies when all of these memories still fresh in mind. Sentimental for me I guess. But I'm really hoping that once I get out, these memories will delete itself. And any others before that. I made good friends. I made more bad friends. I have sweet memories. I have more bitter memories. Aff. Fuck la. Cheebye. The more I think about it, the more I really want to punch myself. Why did I place my trust on these people, who blatantly know nuts about me? Who does not understand me? Who do not give a shit about me? It's all about choosing the right friends, right? Wrong. They show weakness to you, and you have the right to sympathize with them. You show weakness to them, and they leave all the sadness to yourselves. Now any wonder why I am selfish? Like I give a fuck about to these people, always thinking about their own shit. I was there for them, and where are them when I need one? Now why should I care about them now? It's all about me, me and only me! I only use them for my own benefit, my personal gain; their loss if they don't reap it. I can barely count how many friends I trusted well so far. Take Yusri for example. Yea, he may be over eccentric at times, but times when I'm down, he's always there to cheer me up. He's one of the few who understand me enuff, even for the bitter. Are there people out there who understand me, other than these few and my family? Now girls are another problem. I have encountered alot of shits with them. They want their problems to be heard, I'm there to be their listening ear. With them when they are down. Until otherwise, are they there to listen to me? Many atimes, their responses are seemed to be nonchalant and obvious they give me dun-care responses. Prolly close their window after that. I'm sensitive, don't you get it now? Fuck, now I really need a counsellor.

Do I really abuse my trust? Do I? Do fucking I?