A thing that always bothers you and then later it will disappear slowly. No, not really, it won't disappear . You would just forget about it because you are perhaps laughing or smiling at the memes that your friends sent you but it's still on the back of your head.

And then you rant.

The cycle repeats, it will bug you again and then later you'll try to forget about it. You'll distract yourself so you can't remember that fucking piece of shit .

And then you rant again.

Until you got tired of it and start thinking that maybe if you rant about this again to your friends, they'll get annoyed. So you just keep quiet about it.

But seriously that ain't the main reason why I don't say shit, my friends in here proved so many times to me that they are trustworthy and yes , yes I believe that even though I act like I don't. And it's understandable if some of my friends thinks I don't trust them.

I can't blame them.

But my main reason is,
I'm getting tired of ranting.
Tired of ranting the same topic over and over and over again.
Tired of saying the same shit.

Funny how I said I'm get tired of " ranting " when
1. I am doing it right now
2. Ranting is like one of the easiest things to do. I mean at least for me.

And eventually, people would start saying " dude this happened to you before why aren't you still used to it " or " again bro? The fuck, man " and I don't want that. It's just a small thing but it could ruin my Day and I want to rant about that stupid thing but guess what motherfucker

You just ranted about that thing yesterday.
You just ranted the same shit.

They say people get tired of hearing the same words such as I love you, sorry or whatever. People get tired of helping other people. People get tired of hearing their friends rant to them or some shit. Well, some people who rants actually gets tired of ranting. Gets tired of making vent stories. Or crying.

Everyone is tired.
It's exhausting, you know.
I mean, it's just a stupid little thing, I could handle it. No need to rant or bother my friends just because of it. I guess that's my reason why whenever my friends in here asks me what's wrong, I just say I'm good.

But anyway, it's been so long since I ranted something in this book. This one is quite different because it's about my feelings and all that jazz.
Just accept the rant, lmao.
You beautiful assholes don't have a choice anyway.
It's my book so it's your fault that you saved this in your library.