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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Adeline!, 12021995I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Tagboard
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September 10, 2008
i realise, no matter how hard i try, you all wont realise. you all dont understand at all. anything happened that made u all angry or what. i m the first target you all shoot. why am i the one everytime? dont you all get sick and tired? i just feel like giving up. here i am now, trying to work hard for eoy as what u all wanted. but yet. there you are, scolding me like some fuck, saying that i am useless, saying me that i dont help, whats that for? you are the one that wants be to do well in my studies, yet u want me to help to do the chores as well. do you think i have the time. you are also the one that said that i dont have much time left, i really dont understand. if i helped you, and stay up late at night to finish my work, you will just scold me, saying that i did not finished everything in the afternoon. i only got one question, WHAT THE HELL EXACTLY DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? when i am doing my project, you dont believe me, keep asking me if i m really doing my work. i skipped my dinner for a while, just to complete the project, yet you said i only want to play computer, dont need to eat, can be immortal. wtf? i just feel like telling you, can u please check before you say such remarks. but i know. if i say that. i will be scolded. it will be worse. so what for. i shall just keep quiet and pretend you didnt say anything. but when i do that, you said that i was rude. not responding to you. fine. i surrendered. i gave up. i dont care any more. i shall be a mute at home. i dont give a freaking damn. and you, you tell me that if you see me playing solitaire again. u will bomb/crash the screen. fuck you. i wasnt even playing please, please make your bloody facts right before criticising me. ahh forget it. write so much also no use. no one will understand. how i wish i could die. whats the point of living? you dont understand me so why shld i live anymore? |
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