I keep to myself.
I'm emotional.
I have suicide thoughts.
I love listening to long songs that seems to lasts forever.
I enjoy being under sunshine, feel the wind against my face, looking at the blue sky.

If I could have a quiet moment with myself, I would say: You're just one pathetic girl who sits in the toilet and cry all night.

Never ever wanted that to happen. Never wanted all these to happen. If only this was a bad dream. Then I would be able to awake again to a better, brighter day. If only someone understands me. If only I could be able to touch my heart and follow the path it chooses.

I want to be able to be independent, to understand and not hate those around me.

I knew from the very first beginning, I don't belong here. Shouldn't be in this place. My presence just fills the place but does not bring joy to you.

"She likes to keep to herself", "She acts cute and emo, don't you think?" I'm not there, but I know.

Why do you say that of me? Why do you hate me? Why do you not acknowledge my presence? Do you hate me that much? Am I so annoying?

Ha, all I know now is that, I'm falling, crashing, onto the ground.