Ironic.

It's sad to think that one can know you for so long, and know nothing about you. Then again, no one know the whole you, not even you. Yesterday, was not one of my greatest days. I've been anticipating it throughout the week. But still, I didn't handle it like I hoped I would. Makes me feel stupid to be honest that I actually cried over it but, how else can you handle it anyway?

It's all lies what the fucker tells me, and what he implies. "I've changed", that's a lie. "I always cared for you", another lie. Too many lies, all from one person. I don't see how it's possible but it is. How can the idiot expect me to forget it all, because he wants me to? Life does not work that way. You can't have everything from everyone when you want it. He wants something, I know he does. To purely be with his children without any underlying intention, is as likely to happen as a full grown lion jumping through the eye of a needle. The question now is, 'what does he want'.

Is it information on mother? Money? Or something more pathetic then either of the two? Perhaps, I am being to judgmental towards that bastard for this. But then again, how can I not after seeing how he manipulates others for his wants for 15 years. Why I hate him so much, I'm not too sure. Hearing my best friend repeatedly tell me I shouldn't hate him, he has never done anything directly to me, is stupid. Empathy will only get you so far into a person's mind. You need to truly be the person, to understand why they act and feel the way they do.

Oh well, life is life. Some people criticise if one complains over the state of their life. But then again, how can you tell some one that? We all have our own problems, some is just worse then others, some can cope more then others. That's it.