Sunday, February 02, 2014

For once in my life, I wish I had never met some people.

The worst kinds of people.
The one that if I were to kill myself with a gun, those kinds of people didn't throw it away, 
but they were the one who pulled the trigger.
The kind of people that are always start the fire.

But you didn't know it, you didn't know it the first time you met them.
You thought you met someone new.
It was always nice to meet new people.
However, as time goes by, you begin to know.
Is it that person you've ever met?
You might ask yourself, why did I met him/her?

Then you deleted their number.
You stopped contacting them.
And when you meet somewhere, you kept your eyes away.
You walk away. From them.
Like a stranger.