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


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Talked to Huiying yesterday. Felt better.

Rachel & Shanya flipped my skirt to check if I cut. Even if I did, I wouldn't show you. I wouldn't tell you.

Sometimes, I wonder what life is. What life even wants. Life tortures you. For what? To make you stronger? What if you couldn't take the torture? You'd choose to die. Life feels like a game at times. You lose people. People backstab you. You die mentally. Cry. People leave you. So, what's life? A game.

I honestly don't understand at times. I mean, why play this game? Everyone loses. Those who don't lose, well. They're major bitches. Life hurts everyone. It actually tortures us. But we, ourselves torture us. We let it torture us.

Okay. I guess, I'm not really moody. I don't know. I just feel restless. I wna go home & just sleep. Daddy's buyin beer for me. But I can't drink today, right. It's exam time. I gotta study. Why am I letting this affect me? Sometimes, I miss the p6 me. The girl who cared bout nothing & no one at all. I miss her.

Sometimes I don't understand. You open yourself up to people but get backstabbed again & again. Then why still open yourself up? Why still talk?

Haven't texted Wayne the whole day. Another friend lost. Another scar to make. Just tell me, am I that worthless? That everyone can leave me without looking back. Do I have that much flaws for you guys to insult? Honestly?

I trusted all of you. Again&again. Despite everyone's warning. Esp Wayne. Despite Daniella's advice. I didn't listen to her. Cause I wanted to trust you again. Trust? Friendship, relationship needs it. But look how much it can destory us.

I guess, now, I can only trust Isabel 'em huh. Trust is a scary thing. It either break us or make us. Trust. Once you trust the wrong person, it's game over for you.

Kymberly says life's a gamble. Yea. I agree. To win, you've to lose a lot. After you win, doesn't mean you'd not lose. Life? I wonder why we exist at times. To make each other's life miserable?

I heard suicide's a crime in S'pore. Why? Why the fuck? We commi suicide cause we're in so much pain. & suicide's a crime now? They need help, not the law. Law don't help 'em. To be in that much pain to commit suicide, it's scary. Understand? Have you ever tried? Being in that much pain? I doubt so. Don't judge.

We all eventually die, then why is suicide wrong?

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