sumtimes i wish i can run away
fr everything
projects
projects
stupid tests
fma
fuk
shit
wadever.
ya dunno hw sad i feel
sumtimes i duno why u do dis to mi
u noe i wld be sad
but u stil did tat
u noe i wld be bloodly cryin like hell
u stil dun care
u duno hw sad i feel
sumtimes i wonder
m i jus a soft toy to u
when u like it u play wif it
when u r moody
u jus throw it away
i think u duno hw insecure i feel
and now worst of all
mi life reali sux
why?
imagine ppl nagging at u almost 24/7
imagine ppl misunderstandin u
imagine when ya mum and dear gran
dun understand u at all
imagine ur studies sux even when u hav mug for it
wad else more?
gtg
cos mi dear gran ish naggin again
bye and nitex