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Hi.
Monday, October 27, 2008

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cupcakes are adorable.
AZMI! I'm waiting.

Mdm Radha, maybe what you wrote in the postcard is true enough.

nobody care. nobody knows. nobody understand.
what the hell am I doing in this world?
thanks for bringing me to this world. but i suffer more than i enjoy here.
17 years of living. now you're blaming me.
sarcastism, bias, dividing love, curse & God knows whats more.
thats all you've given me. after so much i've given to family.
call me part time maid, call me a slut. it hurts mother.
& ignoring me when you saw me crying the room. why dad?
i've roughly planned my future, and needed support from you.
but you chose to look down on me. & not guiding me.
then i sound sympathetic to my friends asking them for their support and guidance.
you also accuse them for my attitude change. wtf don't blame them.
where is the love mum dad?
who should i turn to when this shitzszs kept happened to me. no one.
lock myself in the room, and scream at my pillow. thats all i do.
whats more? i will threaten my life not sleeping, not eating the whole night.
what will i get? fatigue and migrain. my days here are numbered.
believe me or not, its all upto you.
yet, i brush aside all these with a smile. i don't wanna be a burden to anyone.
i smile, i laugh, i gossip, i bitch around. just to drain all these shit.
this is me.

enough is enough.