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Close your eyes,
Sunday, August 1, 2010 // 10:27 PM

I won't, no I won't. I won't get back anymore, I won't. It's not a matter of having faith or losing faith. It's just that from now on, I let it be. If I'm gonna fail my paper tomorrow because of my useless wrists, then so be it. What more can I do? Might as well accept what's coming rather than fretting over it again and again. Mel, let it be. Nothing you do's gonna help things get any better, then what for? Let it be. Your wrists hurts? Eat panadols it'll get better soon. Can't do homework? Fail your examinations then? Does it matter? No, it doesn't. Whoops, I've forgotten that nobody cares if I'm alive anyway.

Nah, if you people are asking me to cheer up because my birthday's in a week or whatever, just leave it. Give up. I won't. I can't be bothered anymore. My life has been a pathetic mistake from the start, so no. I don't give a bloody fuck about it. I've had enough of it already. Oh, birthday's coming. So? I don't really give a damn. My birthday has always been like that. Plain like water. So don't give me any ideas. Last year's one was crazy enough. At least I had one nice one. That's enough. I'm living in my own world. I just wanna shut my eyes and not wake up anymore. Dreams are always better than reality. I'm just one girl that no one cares nor bother. I get it. 15 years and I've learnt enough to understand that. Haha.

PS. I love you, but it doesn't matter does it? I don't think you give a damn. Nope, I don't think you've ever gave a damn. I'm not worthy of anything, needless to say anyone. I was just being blinded my ego to think that you had felt the same way for me. It's my fault. I'm sorry I love you.