.Wednesday, December 3, 2008 ' 11:41 PM
Will they care, if i died tonight?
People laugh when I said I want to die tonight. Why? Maybe they don't really show they care about me. I'm really tired of my life. I am tired with my pretentious life. Why must I pretend every time just to make myself and you all happy? Why must I get hurt every time, every hour, every second in my fucking life? Did my mother born to me to live in a hurtful fucking pretentios life? Was I born to be called no brain, stupid, imbecile, cheater, heartless, whore and free-of-charge prostitute? Was I born to be discriminated and called stupid for praising God so much? Was I born to be blamed for everything? Was I born to get bullied by the people I love?
Is this what kind of life God gave me to live with?