Friday, 6 July 2012

060712 ♥

Fucked up mood today because of a childish person. And since it's because of a childish person, I shall not mention it on my blog as it is a waste of my time typing :) not because I'm scared to post yups. Oh and today is annabel's birthday. OMG envy her. Her birthday got so many people to celebrate with. Me? I don't think there's even 10 people that will remember my birthday. It's not about getting presents and all that. Why do I want people to know my birthday ? You may not know much about me but the least is to know which day I'm born. Or I wouldn't able to be here and we wouldn't know each other.
Recently I keep thinking like how is my life next year? Will I be like what ruiyao say, that I will forget him the moment he leave the school? Hah you know why she said that ? Because in everyones eyes, I'm just a bitch, like someone because of their looks, player and whatever. Or should I say everyone. You know sometimes i really feel like ending my life? I wonder, who will really be at my funeral and cry for I am gone. Who will? My parents and family ? Maybe, maybe not. It has Been quite a while that I have not cried. Well, good job Gladys. Will I on the day that I know that you're gonna graduate, cry for you and confess everything? I don't know. What I know is that, I'm not perfect, not pretty, not cute, not smart and everything of me just sucks. Who will fall for me? This ugly little duckling. And like I just said, I didn't cry for a month. During the holidays. And now I'm typing this blog and crying like an idiot.
I don't understand why. People can forgive a guy for dumping a girl but not a girl for dumping a guy. Fucked up seriously. And stop it. Fucking stop it. Stop bringing every thing of him up.
I'm really tired of all this fucking shit. When will I be love properly? Have a mature relationship? A matured guy to care for me? I often find myself being so lonely when walking on streets. Seeing couples being sweet. I'm so tired already. Tell me If I have made a wrong choice.

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