Stinky
published at
6:50 PM
I guess that confirms it. I've checked by sms and I've checked the website too. They all say the same thing I don't want to believe. On top of all this, my life, my world is falling apart around me. I'm not kidding. It gets worse and worse. Every time I think my life is getting a little better it all crumbles down again. If only, if only we didn't go to hell when we commit suicide. Please, anyone? Help me. Crying doesn't work anymore. I cried last night and felt like crying all day today. Dad's started to clamp down on us again. Depressing lectures in the car, threats to take the computers away, etc. Strife never seems to cease.
Drastic changes that I'm not sure I should tell everyone are about to happen to me and well, my family. It sucks. In so many ways. I keep finding new things to cry about and scare myself with.
Tahniah? They're congratulating me on my death sentence. How rib-tickling. Malaysian National Service is just another way for our extremely corrupted government to pocket money. I hate people. I hate myself. I hate the world. Everything stinks.
Drastic changes that I'm not sure I should tell everyone are about to happen to me and well, my family. It sucks. In so many ways. I keep finding new things to cry about and scare myself with.
Tahniah? They're congratulating me on my death sentence. How rib-tickling. Malaysian National Service is just another way for our extremely corrupted government to pocket money. I hate people. I hate myself. I hate the world. Everything stinks.
2 Comments:
I love you, Rachel, more than so many things and people in my life right now, and all I want in return is for you to know that.
Pray. I am too.
I can't do much to help. So I'll be praying.
Oh, and I'm sure you've got lots of ears already, but my ears are here to listen too, if you ever need some.
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