I'm a typical girl. I have husky voice and i'm not that tall. I'm the first daughter in my family. I can be really friendly and I can be a real bitch sometimes. But mostly I'll stay low and get out from everybody's way. I've changed but part of me still remains. I love privacy but I want people to know what's going on. If I can get a time machine I would go back time to watch me make mistakes and laugh at it. No regrets. I'm not sorry for my imperfections~
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Stop my Counting
It was awful! For the very first time my dad actually yell at me. I guess the problem will never be solved then. I was emotionally hurt. I can't even swallow my tear anymore. I can't stop it. It keep strolling down. I'm sorry if I failed you daddy but it's not my road to take. Going out with my girl doesn't help to cheer me up anymore. It's so much different now. I'm frustrated. Hurt. Angry. How I hate to see you're angry. You barely know me. Everybody makes mistakes and my mistakes is trusting you can keep your promise. Thank you for everything. You had taught me the value of life. Money kill us all. Money is your priority. I'll try to understand. Someday I'll make you proud. I scream. Shout. Cry. Curse. I guess nothing will ever change. You've create a perfect picture of family and I will always remember that. Always. Why does this happen to me? Why?
True Story
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