Monday, May 23, 2011 
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
I have no confidence of walking down anywhere anymore.
I really felt like ending my life.
I'm not afraid of it.
maybe death is really a choice.
I don't know.
maybe you're right.
it's all my fault.
my fault that I'm stupid
my fault that I couldn't get the grades I want no matter how hard I study.
my fault that I give people attitude fr nothing.
my fault that I throw people temper anyhow.
my fault that things turned out this way.
my fault that I can't grow up.
my fault that I'm immature an childish.
my fault that I don't know how to spare a thought for others.
my fault that I have these kin of personality.
my fault that I dont know how to give in.
it's all my fault.
it really is.
maybe if these didn't happen in the first place,
things wouldn't turn out this way. and that you might be so much happier without me.
Written off blah blah @ 6:16 PM.