Saturday, September 6, 2008
YA, I CRY AND CRY AND CRY FOR FEW HOURS. WHO TO BLAME, MY PARENTS. THEY FCKING LIE TO ME, I HATE THEM. THEY TOLD ME THAT THEY WILL AGREE TO MY WAY OF CUTTING MY HAIR, NOT TOO SHORT, BUT WHEN WE REACH THE BARBER, THEY TOLD ME TO TOOK OUT MY SPECS SO I COULD'NT SEE ANYTHING AND THEY ASK THE FCKING BARER TO CUT MY HAIR TILL VERY SHOOOORT, I WENT HOME AND LOCK MY ROOM DOOOR, AND CRY AND CRY. I USE MY RIGHT HAND AND KEPT PUNCHING THE DOOOOR, TILL MY HAND SWOLLEN AND SKIN TEAR, I REALLY COULD'NT TAKE IT AND I COULD'NT FIND A PENKNIFE, I USE THE SISSOR AND JUST GIVE A DEEP SLIT TO MY LEFT HAND, YA, BLOOD KEEP FLOW AND FLOW, AND GUESS WHAT, MY MUM SAID I AM CRAZY, SHOULD'NT THEY BE CARING FOR ME AND ASK ME WHAT HAPPEN? NO, THEY SCOLD ME. CUTTING OFF MY HAIR IS THE WORST INSULT I COULD EVER HAVE. YOU ALL KEEP ON SCOLDING ME, EVERYTHING I DO WAS WRONG, SAYING I AM CRAZY TO END MY LIFE BECAUSE OF THIS HAIR STUFF, BUT HAVE YOU GUYS EVER CARE FOR ME? NO. YOU ALWAYS ASK ME TO STUDY AND STUDY, YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HOW I FEEL, YA. ALL OF YOU KEEEP ON SCOLDING ME, I GOT NO ONE TO TALK TO. EVERYNIGHT I WOULD JUST CRY AND CRY AND ALL THOSE PROBLEMS I GOT NO ONE TO TALK TO, DO YOU GUYS ALL KNOW HOW FCKING MISERY IT IS, YOU ALL MAY THINK THAT I LOOK HAPPY, YOU KNOW IT IS REALLY HARD TO PUT ON A BRAVE FRONT INRONT OF YOU GUYS. I HATE YOU ALLL ! YOU GUYS NEVER UNDERSTAND ME. BUT YOU JUST KEEP ON SCOLDING AND SCOLDING.
