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Friday, March 6, 2009 @ 4:36 AM
STFU,


I did it again,
i know i shouldn't,
but no one will care anyway,
i just felt so ...
and that i wanna ___ BADLY,
and when i say that word,
i really will meant what i say.
some people might say,
why are you so stupid,
but i would just reply,
i don't know how to control my emotion.
i just could not take it and took the sharpest scissors
i can find,
and ____,
the first cut was deep,
and was bleeding badly.
i felt so uneasy.
not because of the pain.
but because of ____.
i don't wanna leave just like that,
i don't want ____ to be sad.
so i stop.
yes i stop,
staring at the blood dripping down from my wrist,
i felt so guilty.
maybe i shouldn't be so ...
i should just cool myself down.
and think it through,
after all.
he's just my brother,
and i forgive everything .
i felt so sorry ,
i shouldn't had scold my grandma,
i'm not a bad girl,
so stop saying i am.
i know what i'm doing.
and i hate to be scolded randomly,
i don't like people hitting me,
i don't like people touching me!
it just friggin freak me out!
i just can't stand it!
especially if you touch my face,
or even hit it,
i'm so gonna kill you immediately,
i just hate people touching my face.
fy, fy, fy !
don't even try to touch elsewhere,
i hate being touched,
--''
and i don't like people who scold me,
without knowing the facts right,
because i'm just gonna shout,
RIGHT INTO YOUR FACE!
and scold you a fucking loser,
seriously,
don't irritate me,
or i really dare to take that knife and stab it in,
INTO you.
YOUR HEART!
don't force me,
i'm emotional,
and i don't care,
if i'm gonna go to jail,
or sentenced to death,
whatever.
just don't force me,
i can be nice.
just don't push me to the edge.
or i'll explode,
as the fieriest volcano eruption you've ever seen,
everyone have its limit,
so STFU.
i might seem cheerful or whatever,
but in my heart,
it might be totally just different,
i admit i get moodswings easily too,
and im very super extremely emotional.
small little things can make me cry,
slit or even death.
think i'm joking?
fine,
i'll proof it someday
somehow.
sometime.
especially to 2559,
you think those stupid things that you do,
would just make me stop?
oh please,
i'm aint that ordinary,
i'm one of a kind.

Lastly,
if you guys ever dare scold me,
words that aint describing me correctly,
i'll show you,
what you wanna see.
scold me a ahlian.
and i'll show you what's that,
scold me a bitch,
yea and i'll show you how bitchy i can be.
scold me a slut/prostitude.
oh please,
i'm still a virgin,
and i know you're not,
so please.
don't be jealous,
wanna scold me again?
go be one lar,
cause i know you're so despo right,
go ahead man,
LOSER,
and to my classmates, friends or whatever,
when i ask you to stop,
just stop,
i'll give you chance.
and if you continue,
and think that your little useless jokes or whatever,
would just entertain me?
oh you're so wrong,
i don't care who you are,
but i tell you now,
that i'll get so pissed off,
and that i can seriously slap you hard,
once again,
DON'T FORCE ME,
thankyou.