why lie? why hide?

i hate lies. it may seem miniscule to you, but this is how all lies start. from white lies.

my mood is spoiled. i was worried about you the entire day. hoping you'll get well soon. cuz you've not started your work. yet, you go out cuz he feels spiteful? cuz he beh song? wtv la. it's none of my business. i already know that you like to do your work last minute, and often disregard your priorities. it's your choice. but is informing me too much of a hassle for you? or what?

think i won't like it if i know? try me finding out instead. oh. that's right. it has been done. and guess what? it doesn't feel good. at all. in fact, it really sucks.

if my concern for you seems so superfluous, shall i back off if that is what you want? don't hurt me like that. little little white lies like these hurt. no matter how small or insignificant they might seem to you.

and please note that i label this under woes and not du9lan. so don't you go saying that i'm pissed again.

i'm not. i'm just disappointed.