Thank you very much.
Thank you for being the last person I hoped for, but lost my trust.
Thank you.
Yes, I'm actually a very fired person. I am born with this personality and ans there nothing much I can do with it. I normally thunder most at peps I count on because I know they get my pressure. At least,I hope they know.
One thing I really really don't understand is, what haven't I told you? I have told you I'm dealing with pressure, and all kind of pressure like what I'm facing at home, how I can't catch up with my studies, how my family needs money, what my friends did to me...and so many more. You asked why, I told you. But then, every time, you kept asking the same thing, the answer is always the same. I have told you again and again. But now I know, what ever I told you, you never bear in mind. Since I'm already tired of keep saying the same thing, I kept saying nothing. And now, you said I won't tell you anything.
I understand that you care. I said I felt alone because when I cried, you just watch, pat, asked me not to cry and kept asking me why. For you kept asking me why is caring, but for me, it's pressure. At that time, I love hugs best, not by pressuring me when I'm already crying.
Next, you said you don't know what to do, because when I said I feel alone, you start to care for me by asking me why why and why, like what happened and seems desperate to know why. But then you said when you care for me, I felt that you are giving me pressure. You don't understand.
Let me make you understand:
I felt alone : When I'm down, I need someone to comfort me, make me happy again, make me laugh.
Pressuring me: When I'm down, don't feel like talking, and kept asking me why and what happened.
If this is offensive, made you angry, go ahead, I need it. I'm a trash after all! Wo shi fei wu. Chao ji lan chao ji mei you yong de fei wu.
All these years I've beening hiding all kinds of pain inside of me, and I haven't realised how big and painful it have grown. And this is the year where everything burst out, that my heart can't take it anymore. This is the year where I go to sleep every night after crying, or screaming silently. How many times of this year that I slept happily? I can count with my fingers.
I'm a trash, a bloody useless trash. =]