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Sunday, May 9, 2010 // 11:47 PM
I have a paper tomorrow and I'm not sleepy at all. I should be shot to death. I'm going crazy. Losing sanity never seem so fun. I can't stop myself from listening to Christmas Carols, yeah, in mid-May, where Christmas is like more than 7 months away. How nice? No sane person will do that. Well, yeah. I'M NOT SANE.
What do I do, when I finish all those examination papers super fast? Stone and smile to myself, thinking of people that I really wanna hug, thinking about baby Isadora, Sarah's wedding, lyrics, some random hot guy from ****** that XY knows, it doesn't distract me at all. I'm sick of trying so hard to not think of something and damn it, it ain't about the heart break. Not that much at all, because when I think of that, I always relate back to how stupid I am. It's so painful. It really is. I want to break down, I want to cry. I don't know what's with me, I CAN'T. BLOODY HELL NO. If I lose faith, no one will give me the strength to pull through any more. Not very comforting. Just fuck everything okay? Nothing goes right. I'm trying too hard to be okay. I'm not okay. Just fuck everyone that thinks that I want to attract attention, cos hell no. That's not what I want to do or I'm trying to. If you don't understand, don't want to try to understand then get out of the way AND NOT JUDGE ME OR WHATEVER I DO. 'Cause you don't know me. Nobody does. If I'm a weirdo to you, then so be it. I don't need you to like me. I can survive alone. Just fuck everything. Let me cry in my own small corner. How hard can that be? Because now, it seem almost impossible for me to cry.
PS. Where's my guardian angel? I need you now.
Sunday, May 9, 2010 // 11:47 PM
I have a paper tomorrow and I'm not sleepy at all. I should be shot to death. I'm going crazy. Losing sanity never seem so fun. I can't stop myself from listening to Christmas Carols, yeah, in mid-May, where Christmas is like more than 7 months away. How nice? No sane person will do that. Well, yeah. I'M NOT SANE.
What do I do, when I finish all those examination papers super fast? Stone and smile to myself, thinking of people that I really wanna hug, thinking about baby Isadora, Sarah's wedding, lyrics, some random hot guy from ****** that XY knows, it doesn't distract me at all. I'm sick of trying so hard to not think of something and damn it, it ain't about the heart break. Not that much at all, because when I think of that, I always relate back to how stupid I am. It's so painful. It really is. I want to break down, I want to cry. I don't know what's with me, I CAN'T. BLOODY HELL NO. If I lose faith, no one will give me the strength to pull through any more. Not very comforting. Just fuck everything okay? Nothing goes right. I'm trying too hard to be okay. I'm not okay. Just fuck everyone that thinks that I want to attract attention, cos hell no. That's not what I want to do or I'm trying to. If you don't understand, don't want to try to understand then get out of the way AND NOT JUDGE ME OR WHATEVER I DO. 'Cause you don't know me. Nobody does. If I'm a weirdo to you, then so be it. I don't need you to like me. I can survive alone. Just fuck everything. Let me cry in my own small corner. How hard can that be? Because now, it seem almost impossible for me to cry.
PS. Where's my guardian angel? I need you now.
grew up in a small town,
and when the rain would fall down. i'd just stare out my window.
Hi, my name is MELISSALOKQIANHUI.
I’m currently in BOWEN secondary school, in an awesome class 3e2/4e2
I’m a part of the Bowen Military Band
That’s all you need to know, really.
dreaming of what could be,
and if i'll end up happy, i will pray.
wanna feel the warm breeze,
sleep under a palm tree, feel the rush of the ocean.
