Rant Rant!

Damm shit feeling.

I always feel like ranting when I'm back here. Or rather. I will be back here when I wanna rant. It is almost a year already ya?

Life has been kind to me. I met a girl. Got together. But it happened pretty much after lots of bball fun with my gang.

I kinda miss my bball fun. Gang. It was so nice to waste time together.

Anyway, I wanna rant. RANT RANT! I hate it how I feel inferior. I hate it how I have to tolerate. I hate it how it feels to be me.

Why do I feel this way? Where's the feeling of love?

Why do I feel so despised?

Why do I feel disrespected?

Why do I feel that I'm being taken for granted?

Why!

Ha. It can go on and on. I rather not ask myself why. It will build up my internal "boiling" point.

I feel like I have been holding back all this anger, that I do not want to show. At least not to this special someone. I have taken it out on my parents, my friends, my colleagues.

I have always held back things about myself.