Being bitter

People passes our lives, it may be for the purpose of just knowing you..or maybe in some instances, they became a special someone or an unforgettable enemy.

Like just other people’s lives, I had my own version of a “kontrabida” and a super exceptional personality of a person I met.He is indeed unique. Unique of being a story maker and a total idiot. I have a feeling of pity for him. He do not know what he is doing, and maybe, God forbid, he may end up floating in Banica river with his 100% useless attitude, trash life and a super stupid kind of character.

I never judged a person immediately. But this time, I know I am right. I have proven it many times and this one I know he don’t know himself. Pity for him, pity for him.

He longed for everything and he can’t have it. The understanding, love and passion of being on the center stage is all that he wants.

I thought that he was just an ordinary person you can encounter on streets, school and in an ordinary life of yours. He is not that type. He loves to make controversies, and to see other people’s lives shatter is his sort of entertainment.

I became bitter towards him. Because of him.

Now I’m facing stories of my life which were not true. Of course made by him.I wonder if he has a personality disorder or just maybe, a defective genes or mutation became the cause of his misbehavior. I tried to understand, but I can’t. Instead I became so bitter that I can cut him into pieces for doing that to me. Being bitter, totally… totally. He made a big mistake and I will make sure that I have my last laugh on this. Every game is about winning. Every problem is a victory. And those that will hinder it will suffer.