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there is a limit to things.

this i have believed. no one has an unfathomable patience... this i have lived. i have always kept this in mind so i can stop when it's too much. i have also extended my patience to such extent that i usually laugh only at things... but there are really times where things get into my nerves. there are times where you wished you had just stopped before it crashed and hurt yourself...

it irks me up when i talk and it seems like i'm talking to a wall. do you get what i mean? when i tell something, i want interaction. at least confirm that you heard what i was saying. i don't want to waste my time and energy explaining something to a brick wall. i don't even know if you are listening at all. when you talk, i do listen and give my feedback. i want the same when i talk. it's too unfair for me...

another thing is when i'm trying to make a point and instead i'm made fun of. this pisses me. please know when it's time for jokes and when it is not. why can't you tell where the limit lies? you have stepped out of bounds, poured liquid beyond the cup's limit.

i don't get mad easily but when i'm mad don't you dare talk to me... i'll only stay silent...

i'll be silent for now.

talk to you later when i cooled down...

bye.