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Dangerous roads lead to dangerous places. Are you brave/stupid enough to walk down mine?

Sunday, October 7, 2012|0 note(s)

I'm trying not to think, about what we used to be , about how happy you made me, how your smiles are amazing, that you just completed me.

Dear the next two months of the year, please me good to me. I can't believe there are only two months left of this year, time really does fly. A part of me wants to start from the very beginning of the year and not make the same mistakes again.
Every single year, things happen over and over again. Its like a cycle, my mum. Every year, every second. She tears me down. Breaking my friendships, relationship. You've no idea how much i hate you. I wished you would've aborted me in the first place.

Because of you, I wish I could vanish off the face of the earth. Not exactly die so that what’s left of me will be missed by the ones who love me. I wouldn’t want to be missed. I just wish I could disappear and every trace, possession and memory of me, forgotten. No funeral, no tears. Just being wiped out of existence permanently. What’s worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should’ve healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s what we like to think. But that’s not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again. Things that will never be forgotten when i was a child. You left me a deep memory, of what you did to me in the past. You have no rights to take control of me.

Exams are here & you're ruining my exams mood. Trust me, i swear i'll never call you 'mum' ever again. All you do is threaten and threaten. You've got the money, big fuck? You can never buy me with your money. Even if you put me into girls home 'just for my own good' i wont be grateful. You say im a coward, just what exactly have i done? You know, i dread seeing you. You know, you terrorized my childhood. You know every single thing. YOU YOURSELF. You're no ordinary mum. No other mother would do this to their child. & i can guarantee you this. Im going crazy and have no mood to study because of you. Just fuck off. & i know, you'll find ways to read my blog and stalk my facebook. Here you are, FUCK YOU BITCH.

Every single thing is chaotic. I wanna get away, alone.

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