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.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?







LittleMiss

Geneva Grace
A rebellious daughter

Mixed Race
Seventeen on 21st January 2009

Don't you dare to judge me because you don't know me. I'm a good friend and a good enemy.

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Bass Guitar
Higher monthly allowance
A better fucky mother
Run away after studies

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I post 3 blogpost per page

You don't need to tell me it's a sin to hate my parents. Just shut the fuck up cos you know nothing.


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