Friday, February 22, 2008
crap. i hate this keyboard. it's fraking lousy., maaking my so frustrated. so.. sorry for the spelling n typo errors. cos changing on tis keyboard maake me irritated. cant post a long post.
i hate it. wat nonsence is this? eveerything is dilapilated. i feel as if im living in a freak pg sty or somesort beggar house, with almost nothing available/accesible. crp. nothing in place for my life. sometimes, i really wonder why god put me in this particular world, this particular nation & in this particular home.
i want to shout my comments, frustrations n everything out loud. but where is my audience/? thh crowd seems to dissappear n vanish. which is like_____. arghz. wat m i toking about.
the point of no return. wil i reach out for it?
this is really pointless. i HATE it. wat t hell is wrong with me? wat is the essence in m tt makes u hate me? wat in the world did i do? im trying so hard to be of tt standard. but y cant i?? i fall even deeper and tis makes me more shhort-fused!!!
fuck. i hate my damn it life, tis damn it keyboard, my damn it family...(the lis nnever ends.)
however, above all,
i hate MYSELF for hating the endless things.finding my place n stand in life. things seem to be diminishing...
i hope youth(games) l8r wiill cheer me uup. but it seems hard, judging from the fact tt i'll be left out/alone. bible study following the youth. maybe i can seek somfort in God's word.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
-speechless-
i seriously dunno wat to answer u.
u tell me to control. HOW? u think i dun want to? u think i find pleasure in hurting myself time and again? im helpless. i seriously cant control myself at times. i noe i shouldnt do all this things and all those things. but yet, i did it. be it out of spite or wat, i dunno. im unable to control the burning emotion within. i feel like exploding. i feel out of of my mind.
take this morning for example. i've finish all my stuff at arnd 12 plus 1 and after much negotiation with myself, i decided to turn in for the night. i told myself to get up at 4.30 latest to revise for the test today. ok. i start waking and sleeping from 4.00-4.55 am. b/w this short span of time, i dreamed a lot of things. at 4.55, i decided to wake up. shut the alarm for good and lay at my bed and said my morning prayer. god noes wat happen, i feel asleep. here, is where the trouble began.
i woke finally at 5.15 realising tt im late, i started to get very worked up. i slapped and hit myself like crazy. i gave the back of my palm a little slit. fully awake. but this is just the starting. i felt the anger rise up inside. im not angry at anyone else. just at myself. my mom siad i started shouting at myself and shaking uncontrollably. then i started hiting the faces on my bedsheet cover, saying they are fake and stuff. i lost control and started crying, cowering in my bed.
i dunno wat to say. i feel angry at myself. i hate myself. if im just a bit better, a bit more perfect, maybe things wont be so bad. maybe there'll be less quarrels and more peace. im not angry at the others out there. just myself. so du keep saying i hate u. i dun.
even if i do dislike u, i oso dislike myself for tt. i hate myself for no being able to show love, to accept everything as it is. i hate myself for feeling jealous over the slightest thing, for being so suspicious.
I HATE MYSELF.
sometimes i really wonder. if i die now, would anyone even bother to go down to my funeral or even feel sad becos im not around anymore.
(this is not to any of my family members. however, it applies to a lot of the others who told me the same thing.)
u tell me u care. tt u love me, u will be there for me. but onli now did i realise how true it is. u cant be there every single time i needed help. late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. would u be there? u wont? but i dun blame u. i hate myself for my selfishness, for wanting attention from u. i hate myself for the thought of wanting to domineer part of ur life; wanting u to always be there.
im really tired. there's no one for me to tok to. it's too superficial. sometimes, even a HUG is hard to get. how i wish i can bring myself to cry infront of u, every single week, to let u comfort me and hold my hand and walk with me step by step.
however, ive got to learn how to bottle things up. i cant possibly be running to u with every single thing tt im facing and expect immediate comfort. u need ur rest. u have times where u need comfort too. ur own probs, ur troubles. i must learn. to hold things within and act as if im perfectly alright. i must learn.
WE LIVE IN TWO DIFFERENT WORLD.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
| You Are 68% Emo |
 While you may not be completely emo, you have a sensitive, deep, troubled soul. |
nothing to say bout the above. actually wanted to post a long long post bout how life has been de. but. rushing against time.. so..
不于你保持师生间该有的____(很多东西),是因为,一旦如此,我便无法再像现在这样轻松自在的于你说话。但这也不表示我不尊敬您。的确,有时,我习惯性的跟你讲话,仿佛不是师生,也会显得有些____。我希望你不介意。
很多时候,觉得自己好像做错了什么,非常对不起你/你们。在好多深夜里,我拿起小折刀侯放下...拿起,放下,拿起,放下... 我看着它,不停的在哭泣,现在的我,如此多牵挂。又怎舍得了解一切呢?我想起关心我的人。谁然不多,但我知他们存在着。因此,有几个,我就心满意足了。想着你们,我把一切忍下来,试着控制自己不定的情绪。有几次,我失败了。我不由自主的往手上割。
我想对关心我的每个人呐喊声‘对不起’。我,让你们操心了。
love cant be generated overnight. i just have no feelings for him. no apologies for it. im not angry or wat at this pt. of time. im calm but exhausted. n the thought of him merely adds on to my burden.
LORD, take away my burden. set me FREE. be with me. EMPOWER me.