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Life is better when you decide you don't care.
Saturday, August 7, 2010, 8:17 PM

Hi. 我又回来了。I'm boooored. Lol. And I'm back again. SEE. How nice I am. Hahahahahah. Anyway!

I think I'll end up writing more of a book review. Lol. Cause I've just started reading the second book. And I tell you. I'm so zzzy. Lol.

I started reading He Forgot to Say Goodbye. By, uh, idk who. But it's really nice. I mean, yeah, why it's nice, there's only one reason. Lol. 'Cause the author write the words like my thoughts. Just with a lot more slangs. I'm serious. And I tell you. I feel like shit right now.

I hadn't FREAKING chose to be living this life. I was probably forced. And I tell you, I've had enough. I really had it. No one else's can beat my freaking life. And I'm honest. All I feel like doing is just to get to the top floor, cut myself up, and jump down the freaking building. Prolly take some pills before, to make sure that I'd die. Or, I'll lay myself in bed, take MANY pills, and sleep forever.

I'm not giving contributions? You sure I'm not? Everything was assumed! You think I didn't care? I did alright. I JUST DIDN'T FUCKING SHOW IT. You assume that I didn't. You assume that I didn't FUCKING care. Fine. Go ahead and assume. Go ahead and spoil my trust to you. Just as I was starting to relax in this FUCKING TENSED HOME. You just had to spoil my relaxation. I'VE HAD ENOUGH. I really just want to die, and escape from reality FOREVER.

I really just want to die. That was the worst kind of insult. No. Worst kind of scolding. Even physical pain is better than adding a scar into my mind. There are a lot of scars. And each one was overlapping. Each one hit harder and harder. And it started bleeding.

Do you know how it feels to have wounds that are bleeding in the mind? Do you know how it feels to have wounds that are already bleeding, and yet it was POURED w/ cartons and cartons of salt in the mind? Do you?

I rather be homeless. Schoolless. I rather be somewhere where nobody knows how I am. I RATHER BE DEAD.

Now, there really ain't anything left to live for already.

Ps. Even if I say "it'll be alright", still I hear you say you want to end your life.

brave heart.



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