Grrrrr.... What the fuck is wrong with you, dudes? You have a problem? You walk right in here and rub the mudstains off your soles on MY carpet, MY floor, you don't even say thank you for giving you a window to my world, and you start criticising me for the lousy drapes that I hang around the house?

But then again, I forgot. Oh well. You're forgivable. You know why? Because you're not even a friend. Heck, I even forgot why you're not a friend in the first place. I realised it, in an afterthought. I remember that you're not a friend because you refuse to choose me. The irony is, if you refuse to choose me, why the heck are you commenting on the upholstery and the tea that I serve for guests?

But never mind.

I was told this years ago: on sunny days, there's the sun. On rainy days, there's the rain. It's always been simple. The difficult thing is realising that things can be simple. I'm jotting this down to remind myself.
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