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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Hatred... I know I hate you, but the feeling becomes different when I see your face...
why the world is so unfair,
living in the world where everyone has luxury,
happiness unachievable,
unstable sadness,
murderous heart, will that satisfy me,
NEVER, I'll just get into trouble,
why must hatred be so strong,
and why my hatred can be crushed like that???
was my resolve not strong enough, or did I never took anything seriously before??
never mind, I'll just leave you aside off my mind...

dancer, mangaka, or a normal decent job...
I can't choose, I know I pledged to change the world with manga,
but with my stronger interest in dancing,
but how far can dancing bring me to???
HELOO I'm 16, I can't even think for the good of myself anymore...

Yeah so what if I don't want to feed the fuckin turtle???
THE FUCK THATS FUCKIN NOT MY PET OKAII...
bloody ass, I feed your dog I also haven complain you complain on the way I do things,
DON'T LIKE THEN DO BY YOURSELF LARH FUCKER!!!
the scar you gave me for 8 years was never healing,
and I still have to tahan you...
can't you just fckin giv up on your life and juz REST IN PEACE,

I reali wish I can drive now,
I really wish I'm at my condo right now...
then I wouldn't have to face you,
I would've been free...
I just have to take care of myself,
why the hell I can't do that...
Every weekend you all just dump me at home,
no food I don't complain,
I find ways to cook myself larh...
thn holidays,
I just want to hang out for once...
but NOOOO!!!
so wat can I do??
lock myself in the room and face the PC larh,
then... electric bill high complain to me also...
fine larh, let you all,
I ask for breakdance class,
can't also...
nevermind...
I asked for a phone, took me bloody 5 years to beg for one...
nevermind,
I never study let you all scold, nevermind,
I got complain b4???
ALWAYS COMPLAIN ALSO YOU ALL,
KEEP QUIET ONE ALSO ITS ME,
SCOLD ME THE MOST ALSO YOU ALL, HURT ME THE MOST ALSO YOU ALL,
REJECT MY REQUEST ALSO YOU ALL,
ASK ME DO SOMETHING I DON'T LIKE ALSO YOU ALL,
I GOT COMPLAIN B4???
NEVER,
I JUST KEEP QUIET AND WALK INTO MY ROOM,
BUT WHAT YOU ALL DO??
I FA PI QI JUZ LET ME LARH,
I BAD MOOD DY WANT ME TO LISTEN YOU ALL DE FEI HUA FOR WAT,

and to you,
I dunno y you're so immature,
plz for once, stop buying so many stuff,
the shirts and foods are ok...
but the toys for him,
plz larh,
in the end I get scold okaii,
mommy, you're not that young anymore larh,
you also got sickness,
if you keep spending like that arh,
then something happen to you,
then what will happen to me???
what will happen to that stupid brother???
I'm just 16, no job...
and his just 8...

in the end, so many things have happened...
I can't even return to the past,
but to endure the scars,
so deep and pain,
although its less,
but the pain is massive...

NOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT...
WEAR SHIRT AND KEEPING THE SHIRT OUTSIDE GOT RELATION???
YOU NEVER WEAR SHIRT SURE FEEL COLD RITE,
THN??
YOU DRY THE SHIRTS OUTSIDE YOU WIL FEEL COLD???
FUCK LARH, THE WINDOWS DUN WIPE CAN'T MERH???
MUZ BE MY JOB ARH???
THAT FUCKIN BASTARD NO NEED DO ANYTHING SO FREE LIKE SHIT,
THEN ME LERH???
A LITTLE BIT FREEDOME OSO CAN'T???
I DON'T LIKE THE WAY THE FUCKING INDIANS CUT MY HAIR ARH,
YOU STILL WANT ME BRING ME THERE...
I GOT COMPLAIN MERH???
I SEE YOU SO WAT ONLY DUN COMPLAIN ARH,
THN I OSO HUMAN ARH,
GOT MEMORY LIMIT WAN LOR...
LIKE THAT OSO WAN SCOLD ME..
FUCK YOU LARH...
JIBAII FUCK OFF MY LIFE LARH...
U DIE WITH HIM I HAPPY....
THAT AUNT OSO NO NID DIVIDE SO MANY MONEY FOR YOU ALL...

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