July 20, 2006 Sometimes I wonder if you even know who I am at all or whether I'm alive. Or just a stranger living in the same house and not being kicked out just because I have the same surname as you, leeching all your money and spends it on junk, go to class late and never pays attention in class. Waste so much money on me for what?
Cut off my air supply.
I just hate this feeling. I feel so damn useless that I can't do anything to salvage it. I just keep breaking down so many times every single day even at public places. I can't even help myself. I don't even recognise myself anymore. Why am I so easily affected? I wasn't like this at all before.
Sometimes it even hurts to know you're alive somewhere out there.