make money falls for me

thirty five thousands.
well done.
im always sure ure capable of doing it.
so your loan eventually becomes ours.
dont try to act shit. the more i want to kick your ass.
implicating others is the last thing i wana do.
and im really envy of those with cliqueing siblings.
those who share bedtime stories.
those who share clothes.
those who share thoughts.
what i have from you, are all your dirty laundries.
i really wish.
i was a single child.

i HATE u!

oh god kill me.
i dontknow if i will kill her or not.
haa. ridiculously putting this on blog.
but i just want to rant it out.
theres nobody there to listen.
they all cares for you bitch.
and u ruin every little good thing that i nurture earnestly.
i hate their grumpy faces. and the smirky look of urs!
i hate their lifeless attitude.
i hate to be where i am right now.
give me hall back. i want to leave here.
this ghostly feeling makes me not want to come back.
i so dont want to turn to god.
anyone of them die makes the situations bad.
only when i die. im free.