i dont know why good things ever have to come to an end. but it seems like it did, for me. and i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. when everything seems to be okay, when i started to feel happy and content with life, why ouh why its all taken away from me?
i can take it if i'm doing bad things, maybe treating anyone unjustly or whatever. but i didnt do anything like that. i must admit that this sem, i'm trying very, very hard to get along with everyone. and that also includes tolerating the ones whom i'd like to hate. that gotta count as a good deed right?
bottom point is, i dont get why being good to someone, and treating him totally good could end up with me being blamed for it. like, come on. wtf????????