"I always used to look at being different as a bad thing, but I’ve learned that you need to take pride in the fact that you are unique." - Adam Lambert
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posted : Tuesday, July 21, 2009
title : Hour after hour, day after day, life just keeps getting more and more unbearable.
I promised myself that I wouldn't say anything sad or morbid on this blog again. But when life gets harder to bear and those walls it throws in front of you become impossible to overcome, the only thing to do is vent. So here I am, venting. It's just one piece of bad news to the other for me right now. I wonder if it's a pattern... So my mum's starting her chemotherapy this week, which means that she won't be herself. She'll be weak, nauseous, hairless and possibly many more worse things. You know how sad it is to watch your mum suffer? And be completely powerless to help her? And the worst thing is, the percentage of the chemo helping her is a miserable 2%. So why would she want to go through with it in the first place? Because of that tiny, minimal, miserable hope that it could save her.
And then there's YOU. You and your stupid guts. Your fucking terrible EGO. You are SUCH a dumbass, so STUPID, I bet even your MOTHER doesn't love you. She probably can't stand to look at your face and be reminded of the stupid being she created. I am so pissed with you I can't even put it into words. All I know is that the next time I see you, I would like to kick you. Hard, and preferably in the lower-middle section of your pathetic body. Added to that is another person. You wanna talk to my friends? FINE. I don't really give a damn, but if you want to spread rumors about me and tell all sorts of lies, then it's a different story. You're supposed to be my sister, but now I wonder if you actually are. Because i'm sure that normal sisters don't tell LIES about their sisters to other people. I already know what you're gonna be like when you grow up, a lying, cheating BITCH. Oh, and I hope you get AIDs while you're fucking all those guys. Or hopefully an STD, OH while you're at it, why don't you just get pregnant, that'd put the cherry on top of my ice-cream. Ruin your life, that'd be the PERFECT birthday present. In fact, you won't have to give me anything ever again, not that you ever did. Outside i'm smiling, But inside i'm dying. A slow death. A painful one. |
Zhen Yi 15
10 May 1995
TK Bowler!
