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Friday, September 12, 2008

i dont wana go back to that place ive to call home. the place that i was told to go home every night to. its sick. now that all the shit had happened you pple start acting strange, concern about me??!! i dont need it. thanks for trying anws. i had enough more than enoughits pissing me off already. i cant stand it anymore. so stop fucking calling me every now and then i dont appreciate excessive attention. turning 18 is what i want. and move my butt out of that place. its irritating to the max. goddamnn it. dont tell me you people love me. oh maybe the definition of LOVE to you all is wanting to pushing me down the level. making sure my life was never easy. thanks. abuse this is what i define as abuse. mentally. making sure that i get the torture evey day and night. i dont have a faith. i want to pray to someone badly but never could. cos i dont have a god. everythign is pushing me to everywhere. i wanna do arts after o's at nafa, you objected. and now ive to go through the shit of o's again. its not easy trying to meet up with the expectations. pushing myself to a corner. i cant move. sometimes breathing is just o difficult. i dont wanna dissapoint you with the results. i hate the pressure. nightmares about me failing olevels agian. wasting grans money something that i wanna prove to my mum that im not wasting garans money.

i dont wanna be home tonight.

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