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And you pray everyday for the pain to go away but it never did ♥


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Please. Just kill me now. How can people be this cruel? You know I cut. YOU KNOW. You're doing it on purpose. How fucking cruel can you get?

Yien told me 'don't care la'. Don't care? Do you know how it feels? To be called slut. As a girl, that's the worse insult ever. How fucking nice can you get? (; 'Everyone's fake' Ohyea. I agree so badly. But some people tried to be real. Till people like you come along. & destroy 'em. You turn 'em into bitches & bastards. What can I say?
Two faced bitches all around the world~

Okay, I trusted Wayne. Really. But look, someone asks you to shout slut & you just shout it? Thefuck. Dog is it? No right. You were there. You obviously know what's it bout. I'm sorry to say this, Wayne. You changed.

I might not have the rights to say that. But it's true. Isn't it? You changed.

Look. Is it that funny? To call others sluts? Do you know what this means to 'em? You're torturing 'em. What? Funny? Calling someone slut. Put yourselves in that person's shoes, okay? Slut. Yes. I'm slutty. But sorry to say, I haven't lose my virginity.

Do you know? People can call you names. I don't care. I used to. But look, Wengkit. This is life. & honestly? You wasted your life. You're so immature. I know. Everyone's fake. But have you bothered? Making real friends. Do you even know what friendship means? I doubt so.

Too bad for you. Friendship? It's the most beautiful thing other than love. I can't describe it. I'm so sorry for you, you can never experience this.

'Erm... Sorry Cheryl'
'Huh? For what?'
'If you think that I'm a two faced bitch'
'Hm. Wayne, tell me honestly. Do you dislike me or wtv shit? Cause I'm sick&tired of two faced people. I won't blame you anyway'
'Why would I dislike someone without any reason??'
'How would I know? That's you. '
'I don't dislike you Cheryl... It's just that lots of things happened recently...'
'Like what? You're torn between me & Junie 'em. Just don't talk to me anymore. Idw to put you in a spot anyway. There's Wengkit too. I'm really stressed out too, okay. Ohya. Slut means a person who have sexual intercourse with MANY people. (:'
'I know that.... Junie and the rest can't stop me from doing what I want...'
'I'm sorry, Wayne. I no longer know who's true. I guess Wengkit's right. Everyone's fake. (: I don't know anymore, okay. I'm tired. I'm trying to stay strong & laugh for my class but honestly. I'm fucking tired, okay. I still have to deal with Wengkit & you. I'm venting my anger on you. Yes. I'm sorry for that. It's just that I'm so stressed. Forget it. I'm okay. Things happen & trust falls apart.'
'I'm sorry Cheryl... I'll change...'
'Change whatsiah? It doesn't matter anymore. If you dislike me, then just say it alrights.'
'If I dislike you, I wouldn't stay up and chat with you till its so late. If I dislike you, I wouldn't buy you eye drop. If I dislike you, I wouldn't text you. If I dislike you, I wouldn't care about you.'
'Then what bout the slut thing?'
'That? Wengkit just asked me to shout slut and I shouted. I really didn't know that he meant about you'
'Oh. Hm. Okay then.'
'Sorry beautiful...'
'It's okay'



They say they wouldn't leave
But they still did


Cheryl Baby'Piglet ♥

Don't underestimate the amount of pain someone must be in to drag a blade across their skin
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal
Love leaves a memory no one can steal

13March2013