It was a cruel night. Perhaps the darkest moment of my life. i've lost everything overnight. Everything. Yes, everything. i was slapped by a vicious fact that all my efforts is futile i am the silly one all along i am the naive one.
The pain. its excruciating. I find it hard to breathe. i find it hard to live.
And there's A levels examination coming up I am trapped. I am lost. There's no meaning left to life. Tears dry up. There's none left. 别融化了眼泪
I am alone. All alone now. Back to square one. If it's so, i rather to remain alone all these while. perhaps then i wont feel so pain.
i dont know why am i starting this blog again. perhaps i jus need to blog i need to write something to feel that i am alive
i dont know what's becoming of my life. Perhaps i dont even have the courage to end all this. Perhaps i dont have the bravery to give it all up
It hurts me to see my mum questioning about my well-being when she saw me cry. i cant bring myself to tell her. Somehow deep in my heart i find it hard to trust someone who dont have the intention to give birth to me. Ever since, Things start to accumulate inside me. Perhaps i am used to it this way.
Tomorrow there'll be GP i really dont know if i am able to focus well Drank a few mouthfuls of wine, hoping that i'll sleep better. Nevertheless, i am still wide awake. i cant get to sleep. your images appear everytime i close my eyes. i'll try to forget you. i promise.
It was a cruel night. Perhaps the darkest moment of my life. i've lost everything overnight. Everything. Yes, everything. i was slapped by a vicious fact that all my efforts is futile i am the silly one all along i am the naive one.
The pain. its excruciating. I find it hard to breathe. i find it hard to live.
And there's A levels examination coming up I am trapped. I am lost. There's no meaning left to life. Tears dry up. There's none left. 别融化了眼泪
I am alone. All alone now. Back to square one. If it's so, i rather to remain alone all these while. perhaps then i wont feel so pain.
i dont know why am i starting this blog again. perhaps i jus need to blog i need to write something to feel that i am alive
i dont know what's becoming of my life. Perhaps i dont even have the courage to end all this. Perhaps i dont have the bravery to give it all up
It hurts me to see my mum questioning about my well-being when she saw me cry. i cant bring myself to tell her. Somehow deep in my heart i find it hard to trust someone who dont have the intention to give birth to me. Ever since, Things start to accumulate inside me. Perhaps i am used to it this way.
Tomorrow there'll be GP i really dont know if i am able to focus well Drank a few mouthfuls of wine, hoping that i'll sleep better. Nevertheless, i am still wide awake. i cant get to sleep. your images appear everytime i close my eyes. i'll try to forget you. i promise.
Cruel Night
