I'm having emotional breakdown.
Oh shyt..
What's going past my mind now?
I can't stop myself.
I went over and read.
I know.
I'm addicted.
I gotta stop.
It's just so, sweet.
So nice that I use it to pass my time.
To make myself feel better.
ARGH~
It's so wrong.
I don't hope for anything.
Why should I?
It's nothing.
But I shouldn't even go read.
Especially seeing it will make me worst.
All the flying hearts and sweet kisses.
OMG!
I wonder, somehow.
Are you ashamed?
Maybe.. of me?
Why the respond?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm not good enough.
I'm ordinary, I know.
I'm so sorry.
I guess I'm just a bit dizzy.
I just think too much.
I hate PMS.
VERY MUCH!
First, I depend on my drug, my pills.
Second, it made me think so much that my head is going to burst.
Third, it makes me super sensitive making things worst.
ARGH!
