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Saturday, August 02, 2008
My parents aren't happy with my results. Although I'm like sooo satisfied with it. They think it's like shit and so terrible. Somebody please talk sense into them. I don't even get a chance to explain. No, my results are like shit. Period. NONONO I never submit my assignments on time. No, I don't finish my work before I go out. No, I don't study till 5am. No, I don't try to study while everyone else in the house is screaming. No, I don't try to sleep early, with my dad and sis coming in and out of my room so that I can't sleep. WOW. My family understands me so well.

"Is something bothering you?"
"Are you facing some problem?"

I cried myself to sleep last night and ended up with swollen eyes this morning. I tried so hard to silence my sniffings so that no one would hear me. I tried so hard to ignore that wretched sore in my heart so that I could sleep. Nobody cares at all. Everyone just view me like a freak. I see everything and I try so hard not to get affected. I walked to the window in the kitchen and looked out. It's just so easy to end everything. I scrolled down my phonebook looking for someone to call. But nobody would care in the middle of the night at 3am.

I woke up this morning. and I wished I didn't have to wake up.


I am fine. The one thing that I hope for, will never be possible again.
I miss Tiffany.