sad.
happy?
sad.
happy?
sad.
final conclusion?
sad.
yes?
no
yes?
no
final conclusion?
no
had english today.
don't wanna talk about it.
don't wanna talk about anything.
just so depressed
i mean, it wasn't my fault right? i didn't want to.
or maybe it is.
its just that i didn't know what i was doing and now i totally regretted everything and i can't do ANYTHING about it can't do ANYTHING to stop it and i just wanna curl up and hide from all the things in this huge endless cruel world that we live in and the thunder is rolling and lightning striking and i'm going totally out of point.
yea.
and they aren't much help i mean how could anybody be so mean even if you don't like the person you don't have to be so mean it hurted you know? yea it hurted when i found out the truth. and still you wanna lie and cheat me. and behind i'm don't know how much has been going on and i am such a total idiot.
and nobody really cares not even he does cos i can totally count the number of messages i got from him this week with my ten fingers and its getting worse and worse and i wondered if i should even have made that dammit suggestion to call her that night and i would have never known you and i would never known them and i wouldn't have been such a mess.
and i shouldn't have agreed. agreed everything. right from the beginning.
my fault my fault and mine alone.
and to make EVERYTHING ELSE WORSE **** totally do not know i exist at all.
and i'm still short
and exams are here
and i just don't wanna live anymore.

