Wednesday, 12 February 2014


Anyone who knows me well enough, would know that the one thing I hate the most is tardiness. To the point where I can even use the word loath. I really cannot stand being late, and people being late. I HATE WAITING.

Swear to god, I've ditched appointments before because the other party was late, and I'd do it again. In fact, it happened just this afternoon.

Seriously though, life has the meanest streak. They play the cruellest most evil tricks they can on you. For someone who hates tardiness as I do, it really is just my luck to be (best) friends with people who are FOREVER LATE. I'm not even kidding. I honestly lost count as to how many times I've had to wait, for hours on end for them. It's not even funny, considering how I give them leeway, and leave the house later than I would to meet any normal time-abiding people.

Truth be told, I just can't even bring myself to speak to the person whom I was supposed to meet today. The disappointment I feel, coupled with total annoyance, and anger. If I even tried speaking to said person, I think I'd end up saying a lot of mean things I wouldn't mean, and it's just gonna be everything uncalled for. But really, more than anything else, I just don't think I can hide the disappointment in me for the moment.

Been left feeling all moody, upset and just plain chised off the whole day, and was even pulling a black face around the house all day. But whatever I guess, its kinda my fate to deal with, and there's not much I can do about it but to suck it up and get on with life.

To the fella I was supposed to meet today, if you happen to come across this, I'll reply your texts when I'm not so angry anymore... Although, it has already almost completely dissipated, I still am all sorts of upset at you. I'm sure you know.

/on a side note though, I really just wish my future boyfriend would be anything BUT tardy. It really is not a value, and in fact just a bad quality that would reflect badly upon anyone.

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