Felicia, 16
My big day, 26th April.
Life has been tough for me.
I learn from every mistakes I've made.

It's been six days since I last updated my blog, excluding today.
Well, ain't gonna do a update now, I'm just here to post since I just have a change of my blogskin. Got really sick of the old one, and I've got nothing really t do at home. Don't wanna make myself being paranoid again, so I decided t find something t keep myself occupied. Well, gonna give my post a 'lil rant, and then I'll be off. Will not be back to update till I settle down and get myself chilled. Massive update when I'm back. I'm so pissed right now, for no reason my phone is spoilt y'know! Just wanted to answer a phone call and I realise that my speaker's spoilt! Wthell. I guess I'm gonna get it fixed as soon as possible. Can't possibly always turn on the loudspeaker when there's people calling right! I don't like people to eavesdrop. And you, you're some bitch from nowhere. I don't wish to see you, no matter where, I not only feel like slapping you, I mother fucking want t pull your hair off, hoping it turns bald and won't grow anymore, stuff a pipe in your cunt, choke you with men's cum. See how fortunate you are, *winks*

I do not know what to do, even how hard I try to stop myself from thinking, and thinking of what you did, I can't. I do not know how to stop thinking of you. Tell me, why do things like this keep happening? I really hope to ignore everything and just carry on with my life, but I just couldn't. Coming to always settling with these kind'a issues, one day I'll tire myself out. I just want t get this matter settled once and for all, and I don't wish t deal with this kind'a matter anymore. You'll come back for me, will you?

Letting go of someone who's dear is hard, but what for holding on to him/her when their heart aren't even there? But well.. Giving up doesn't prove that I'm weak, does it? It'll prove that I'm strong enough t let go. But the problem with me is that, I'm not strong enough t do so. Losing you is like having a bad nightmare after a best sweet dream. What happens when he's my prince charming, and yet I'm not his cinderella? Not all scars show, not always all wounds heal. Sometimes you won't realise how pain I feel. Harsh words hurts feelings, silence breaks hearts. At night, I hope that your face will eventually fade away. Because the most painful part is coping with the reality in the night. I don't want to keep it inside, it'll tear me apart. Tired of trying, sick of crying, yeh I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying.

Forgiving ain't Forgetting, I'm just letting go of those hurt.

P/s: Victorkhoo ain't getting me a Gucci bag! Not even a wallet. O: