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


Monday, June 25, 2012

Is it okay to be jealous of your good friend?

I honestly don't know...

I'm a selfish bitch, that's why I get jealous at even my good friend. I hate it.

Who the fuck would get jealous of their good friends?

Useless bitch, she's your good friend. You should be happy instead of feeling like that. You can't stop anyone from flirting/talking. He isn't even your's. Who the fuck are you to be jealous? You've no rights, my dear. So get over it.

I don't understand why I'm jealous... I fucking don't. Please make this feeling go away. I can only run away from it for so long. It won't be long before I go to the toilet & harm myself again.

Sometimes I regret going into this school. I don't think the good overweights the bad. I think everything is a fucking mess.

But I'll get through it, won't I?

Cause I believe I'm stronger than a blade.

I don't know what to type alr. I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore.

Blogging used to help. Now, it's nothing.

Let the pictures do the talking.

Why is that some people are so fucking flawless beautiful while I look like this?













They say they wouldn't leave
But they still did


Thursday, June 21, 2012

It's really sad how people you know so well became people you knew

I hate it. I really do. I hate life. I mean, how the fuck do people leave you so easily? Esp those who keep tell you, you're important. I honestly don't understand.

Wayne, remember our memories? Remember our conversations? Remember me?

'I'll be here for you, to chase those voices away.'
'No. You'll leave, just like how everyone will.'
'No. I came back right? I always will.'

You said you'll come back. You said you'll be here for me always. Why did you lie? Why, Wayne? Tell me why...

I believed in you again & again. You lied to me again & again.

I'm gna ask you the same questions, Wayne. Am I that worthless? Am I so easy to leave?

I guess I am.

Yknow Wayne, you meant a lot to me. You still do. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'm so sorry I talked to you. I'm so so sorry I existed in your life. Please understand I didn't mean it. I understand if you hate me. If I were you, I'd hate me too. I'm sorry, Wayne.

Goodbye Wayne. I'm glad I met you, I'm glad you were a part of my life. I'm glad we met. But people leave right? So, goodbye Wayne. & I love you. I've always love you. You were one of my closest friend. I care bout you. No, not like how I love or care bout him. & I'm so sorry I can never love or care for you like that.

I fell in love with the friendship we've.

Go to sleep & close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn
You know the pain they've endured
Sliver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream of that blood trickling down
And wake up before you drown
That moonlight shining of your tears
As you bleed out your worse fears
Whisper the cutters lullaby :
Hushabye baby, your almost dead
You don't have a pulse and your pillows red
Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife cause that's all you need
Rockabye baby, broken & scarred
You didn't know life would be this hard
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down you go, baby
Straight back to hell.

They say they wouldn't leave
But they still did


Sunday, June 17, 2012

'What's trust? I don't know it.'

I didn't. I lie practically half of my life. To my parents, to my friends, even to myself. My past, I've never told anyone. Cause I was afraid, afraid people'd look down on me.

I remember my very own friends teasing other people, looking down on 'em. I tried to be perfect. I've to lied bout it. Idw to end up like 'em, I want to continue being one of the popular girls in school. Idw to be looked down at.

Then at p6, I got tired of it. Tired of acting perfect all the time, tired of bullying, tired of everything. I'm tired of being one of the popular girls, I'm tired of lying. But I couldn't leave. I can't just let what I build up for years fall apart. So, I continued.

Then I go into secondary school. I met 'em, the clique. We eventually become the most popular sec1s. I hated it. I wanted to be out of the attention. Idw to be like my p6 self. But I still couldn't tear myself away from it.

Sec 2 came, I drifted, I walked away, I start keeping secrets. Cause I realise, trusting people isn't this easy anymore. You'd never even know if your secrets are being told. How would you?

People started hating me since I was p4. I didn't understood it though. I thought they were just joking. But now I do. People who dislikes me tell me straight in my face & walk away from me. But now? They lie straight in my face.

How do we even know who's fake & who's real? We don't. We just have to trust ourselves & how much we actually know this person.

But soon, I realise, people hide the ugly truth from you. They hide their personality, they hide 'emselves. & so, I stopped trusting. I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone anymore. This world's just too scary.

Trusting someone means a lot to me. It means that person is important to me. & for me, I tend to tell the person everything.

I do trust some people. Of course. But I don't tell 'em everything entirely. Clearly cause they didn't asked or I'm afraid they'd hate me after knowing me.

But I trust someone now. Someone I've never expected I'd trust. I trust him with my past. I told him so many things. Now, I've to be afraid I'd lose him. I know I've always be selfish, but this time, I was really selfish.

I refuse to stop texting him cause I'm afraid we'd end up like Wayne & me.

I still miss Wayne... A lot. I've never stop. Maybe that friendship wasn't meant to be. At least I've memories.

I trusted Wayne. But not that much. I was afraid he'd left. & he did. Like how everyone else would.

How we'd know if someone's gna leave us or not? How we'd even know? I honestly don't know. Do we trust ourselves? Do we trust our feelings?

People leave unexpectedly. I've never expected Wayne to leave or the clique. But look, they did.

Cause sometimes, life takes away the things we treasure most.

Have you ever love someone? Like you completely don't understand why. But you do.

& you clearly know the person don't feel the same way. You know that. But you still love him/her. Cause you can't help it

Whenever he smile, whenever he laugh, whenever he look at you, whenever he teases you, whenever he flirts, whenever he shout, whenever we play, whenever he run.

It affects you, doesn't it? But you can't say it. Cause you're so so afraid of losing him, of losing this friendship. Cause so many people you love have left you. & you're afraid he's gna be next.

It really sucks when you keep trying to hide your feelings but when he's right in front of you, you just wna kiss him. It sucks when he smiles/laughs & you wish again&again the reason's you. It sucks when he flirts but you've no rights to interfere cause he isn't your's.

You wish again&again you're a couple. You daydream bout it. You make up scenes. You live in your own make up world. But when reality comes knocking, you breakdown. Cause whatever you've just daydreamed bout will never ever come true.

You can't help but think it's so right. You can't help but think that's what suppose to happen. But it isn't. Cause love's fucked up.

You dream of holding hands, watching movies, having meals, going on walks, kissing, hugging, sweet texts, surprises & all sorts of couple stuff. But we all know it's just a fantasy.

Love? Screw it.

























They say they wouldn't leave
But they still did


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Just watched pretty little liars. Hope I can continue watching it. Haha.

Have this church thing on Sunday. Hope Seraphina would be able to go with me. Idw to go there alone & be totally awkward.

I've a really horrible past. If you know it, you'd hate me.
Yup, my past's nothing to be proud of. If I can go back time, I'd change it. Change it all.

I've nothing to say today. I ranted it all yesterday.

Hi Wayne. I completely miss you. Not in a romantic way or what. I wish we're back to what we used to be. Hanging out all the time. Looks like you're happy without me. Okaythen. Goodbye (:




















They say they wouldn't leave
But they still did


Thursday, June 14, 2012

I honestly don't know what to blog any fucking more.

I can't blog anymore cause of the people who view this.

Whenever I try to open myself up, there'll always be a fucking reason why I should not. & from now on, I'm never gna fucking tell anyone anything. I'm fucking done, okay. I give up. I give up trusting anyone.

'I cut.'
'Then stop. You think fun huh?'
If I fucking can, do you think I would still be cutting now. Fuckno. Do you think I enjoy being depressed? Do you think I like crying? & lastly, do you think I like pain? No. Fuckinghellno. But look, you don't know how this feels. You don't know how addictive this is. I tried explaining over&over again. But wait, who fucking gives a fuck? No one.

Don't fucking talk to me like I'm purposely making myself depressed. Don't tell me I'm cutting myself of attention. Don't tell me this is fucking self pity. I can't go like 'I'm a happy girl :D'. Cause trust me, I tried.

'I eat one meal a day'
'For what? You aren't even fat.'
No. I am fat. I don't enjoy looking at myself count calories, okay. I don't enjoy counting my bmi every fucking day. I don't enjoy starving. But you don't uds. I'm too fat.

Ate one donut, a few popcorn & a walnut cake for the whole day. This is alr a lot to me. I know it sounds stupid. But when someone offers me food, I go 'no... I can't. I ate a lot yesterday. I've to starve'. & trust me, starving isn't nice though I never get gastric.

Cause I think I'm completely worthless.

'She's fat. She's ugly. She's stupid'
Go on. Scold more. But trust me, I've scolded myself every possible names. I don't know why I become this. But I've.

'My dear girl, no one's gna ever love you. I mean, look at you'
Yes. I say that to myself. Who would love a girl full of cuts, scars & negative thoughts? No one. I hate myself. If I was happier, maybe people would have love me, maybe people wouldn't leave me.

'Look at yourself. Look at all the fat. Look at that ugly face. Failure.'
I insult myself much much worse than anyone could have ever done so. Cause I hate myself. It's okay for anyone to hate me cause I hate myself. I can understand why would anyone hate me.

'Selfish you. Always wanting to be her center of attention. Always wanting her to be your's alone. How selfish can you get, bitch?'
Yes. I want to be her center of attention. I want her attention to always be on me alone. I want her to be mine. I want her to only care for me. I want to feel like how I used to. But it's no longer possible. The past's gone & I'm a part of it.

'She's gna replace you. To everyone, she's gna replace you. Yknow why? Cause you're so so worthless no one cares.'
Yes.. & I've seen proof of it again&again. This kinda comforts me. When I'm gone, no one would miss me, no one would care. Cause there's her. Right? So I can always say goodbye. & I so badly want to do this now. The window's just there, the knife's just there, there's even a rope & a hook. So many options.

Save me, I'm destroying myself.

So you think you know me?
No my dear. You don't. Not at all. Have you ever want to die so badly? Have you ever been depressed? & by depressed, I don't mean a day of sadness, I mean days of completely sorrowevery fucking day. Do you know what life is like to me? A complete nightmare.

If someone points a fucking gun at me, I wouldn't beg for my life. In fact, I would beg for him/her to shoot, to take my life away.

Everyone will leave me like I'm meant to be left.

God, I know You do this for a reason. I know You'll save me eventually. But please Lord, You can take me away. I honestly don't know what I can do for You. I don't know if I'm good enough. Lord, please give me the strength to get through yet another day. Lord, please help me stay strong. Lord, please help me get through depression. Lord, please save me. Amen.







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