Friday, August 03, 2007
Everything's my fault.
Everything i do is wrong.
it's true. at least to my mum. my sister waking up early is my fault, going to the toilet is my fault, studying in my room is my fault. EVERYTHING. i just can't seem to get anything right. or at least she makes it seem so. I am so...tired of life and living it. Yes. after walking in pain, standing pain, swtiching on the air con is very wrong. I deserve to die. to her. yes. buying magazines, cd's, shoes, clothes are all wrong. I must not buy anything. Tell me, how do i stop crying? I can't. even if not physically, mentally i am. EVERYTHING i tell you. NO! My life, NOBODY understands. No. she's not stressed. Unless your telling me, she's been stressed since i turned 11, and until now, she's still very stressed and has every right to scold me for everything i do. And, i must and should give in to her being unreasonable because she is so called "stressed". Well, I don't care. I hate my damn life. It sucks. Don't try telling me you've gone through it, you don't even know! So...don't EVER try to tell me its OKAY. because, it has never been okay. Being forced to sleep in your brother's room because you locked your door. And, you were told to. whatever. i got to go. before it worsens.
Everything i do is wrong.
it's true. at least to my mum. my sister waking up early is my fault, going to the toilet is my fault, studying in my room is my fault. EVERYTHING. i just can't seem to get anything right. or at least she makes it seem so. I am so...tired of life and living it. Yes. after walking in pain, standing pain, swtiching on the air con is very wrong. I deserve to die. to her. yes. buying magazines, cd's, shoes, clothes are all wrong. I must not buy anything. Tell me, how do i stop crying? I can't. even if not physically, mentally i am. EVERYTHING i tell you. NO! My life, NOBODY understands. No. she's not stressed. Unless your telling me, she's been stressed since i turned 11, and until now, she's still very stressed and has every right to scold me for everything i do. And, i must and should give in to her being unreasonable because she is so called "stressed". Well, I don't care. I hate my damn life. It sucks. Don't try telling me you've gone through it, you don't even know! So...don't EVER try to tell me its OKAY. because, it has never been okay. Being forced to sleep in your brother's room because you locked your door. And, you were told to. whatever. i got to go. before it worsens.
♥ And did I tell you that I love you tonight
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