Ok, my hair is fucking ugly you get it. I dye it and highlight it. You know i look exactly like ahlian. Fuck it. And it cost my mom like 160 plus for that bloody hair. With fucking treatment. Okay at least that satisfy me. Only that fucking treatment. Get it?

Whatever. I hate life so much. When you start to get nicer and try to come out with topic with family and yet they choose something to go against you and not letting you talk or even speaking to you in a proper nicer ways.

All they could do is to shoot. YES! SHOOT ME. All i have did is all plain dumb. You may think i'm young to think i'm so imature. Oh please whatever. Do you get the whole story right? Like, trying to talk nicely AND YET. Being blame in a stupid ways. Fuck how fucking hurting it is. Where i thought i could be strong and not cry BUT! I started crying so badly that it hurt too much.

And even love pissed me off so badly. That all i could is to bang the motherfucking wall. And even my poor damn wall is breaking into half and that bloody mirror is getting worst break into half. FUCK.

How bad is my day today. I cried all my tears out. Who the fuck understand me? When i needed someone to talk to so badly. Like you get it ? The fucking loneliness. And out of no where grandparent came to my mind. How fucking torturing is it for me now.

And now, tell me you even get it?