
Thursday, June 9, 2011
9th June 2011, 23:01

Tuesday, June 7, 2011
7th June 2011, 23:38

Honestly, the world is just so heated up with fights. I just hate looking at them this way. I know, they did me wrong.. Partially, but i still don't like it... Makes me wanna cry... Aihs...
No mood. Why?
I. DON'T. KNOW.
Just wanna cry myself to sleep...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
2nd June 2011, 14:26

2nd June 2011, 00:09
PARANOIA
Prologue
“Hey! Wait up! Don’t leave me!!!” I yelled as I tried to catch up with my friends.
But, the strange thing is, they never stopped for me. Instead, they just walked on. And when they notice me getting closer to them, they speed up their pace.
“What’s going on? Why won’t they stop for me? Why are they getting away from me?” thoughts pondered in my head as I started to panic.
After a while, I gave up. I just fell on the ground on my knees, staring as they continue to walk on, pretending I never existed. To top it all off, it started to rain, and I burst into tears.
“Why? What’s going on?” I asked myself that question a million times, screaming without a care in the world.
I woke up screaming, only to find out it was all a dream. What’s more, my head was pounding like never before. I calmed myself by taking deep breaths and let reality sink in.
Since no one barged into my room eventhough I’m pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear that ear piercing scream, I guessed that my parents has set off to work and my little siblings have gone to school. Great. I’m alone in the house. Again.
I was sure my heart almost died when I saw that it was already 9a.m. which means I was SUPER late for school but as I cleared my head, I remembered that it was a weekend.
I checked my dressing table and found a note left by my family. It read:-
We’ve gone out to buy some groceries and get some stuff done with Amy and Alex. Won’t be back till evening. Breakfast and lunch is in the fridge.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
I forced myself to leave my bed cause my stomach was grumbling and telling me that it’s hungry. I freshened up and made my way to the glorious food in the kitchen. I heated them up and delightfully gobbled it all down.
To digest it all, I couched in front of the television and browsed through the channels. Considered early for a teen, there wasn’t any shows that suited my taste. So, to burn the calories, I decided to just take a walk around the place.
I took my coat, brought some loose change and went on my way down to the shops. One thing, when I’m bored, I start eating… So technically, my calories aren’t really burning.
At the same time, I started thinking, about the dream I had. Why and What did I do to cause me to dream that nightmare.
“Maybe I’m just paranoid. I’m thinking too much.” I thought to myself.
After realizing that it wasn’t that big a deal, I brushed it off my mind and never thought about I again.
Or so I thought.
Monday, May 30, 2011
30th May 2011, 20:00

Saturday, May 21, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Post Created 7 May 2011 03:24:41

I feel... Heartbroken. Angry. Sad. All at the same time. It's now 3am and I can't sleep cause of you. Yes, YOU. The fat ass that made me cry myself to sleep.
Honestly, am I your toy? Am i just a emotionless feeling toy that you can always hurt anytime you want to? In case you haven't notice, I HAVE feelings. I accept critisms yes. And I Try my best. I tried and you can still call me hopeless. All I didn't manage to do was just ONE task. ONE. what about the other things i did?? Are they all meaningless? Are they just little minor things that you just simply made me do? AT LEAST I'M HELPING TO DO THE FRIGGIN BOARD WHEN ITS NOT MY JOB.
And library week, i help. I did my part. I tried my best. I get screwed. Like WTF? during the farewell party, I WAS NOT THE FRIGGIN PERSON WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF THE FRIGGIN INVITES. yet you screw me and called me hopeless for not finishing them. Until now, i never said anything cause i respect you and also because i accept that i was doing mistakes. I am even saying its my fault now. I AM FRIGGIN CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP BECAUSE OF YOU.
If you think that you are doing a good job trying to make me do better, well, YOU'RE DEAD WRONG. I am not that kind of person. Once you say I'm hopeless, I believe I am and continue doing so. This is the first time I'm crying so much because of things said to me by a TEACHER. This is the first time I feel so down because of people saying I'm hopeless.
Do you know how much it hurts? Have you heard anyone say that to you? Maybe I am hopeless maybe I'm not. Maybe you were just kidding around but I wasn't. Maybe you were serious and in your eyes I am just some HOPELESS THING YOU COULD ALWAYS CALL HOPELESS.
I still have so many things but its not worth my time thinking about this anymore. Whatever.
