colours too dull and spammed with imperfection
Sunday, May 29, 2011
i dont care how much you mean to her, get lost.
Where are you when I need you the most?
In this world with so many fucktards. One who suddenly jump into my problem and act as if I'm insulting her, one who stuck up to her, one who calls another person stupid when she herself can't pass all her subjects, one who smacks my head because of no reason, one who thinks I'm nothing and ditches me at every moment, one who doesn't even care about me and say that I'm a fucking loner. I am. And I don't need you to remind me that I'm one. Fucker. And the list goes on.
You should go. She needs you. You can make her happy right? I'm stuck here, I can't do anything, so go. Fetch her.
To my own fucking sister.
Eh nabei, you one day cannot shut the fuck up arh? Go cry ah, I don't give a shit. Tonight, I make sure you sleep outside the house, in the cold. I don't give a fuck to who the fuck you are. You are just one bloody shit mark in this family. You're not even my sister. DON'T call my biological mum your own mum. She didn't give birth to you. My stepmother did. I hate you, seriously. Every time you piss me off, you're just lucky my aiming sucks. That metal box, was supposed to hit your head and gone you go to the hospital. You're lucky I lost my penknife. Or not you'll be done with slashes. I don't give a fuck, I hope you remember that.
I don't care who you are. No one can cheer me up now. I just want my own mum, the one who gave birth to me. Where is she, when I need her the most? This is the most perfect time to end my life, isn't it? I'm not that important to anyone after all. I could just silently die and no one would realise. No one would cry. No one would be sad. They'd all cheer when I'm gone.