I need a punching bag; I need a shoulder to cry on. Help me. This is the first time I’m having this kind stress within myself. I dunt like the tcher, not even a bit. She’s the first one who gave me this kind of feeling, irritating and annoying! I really can’t take it anymore; I feel like scolding vulgarities, I’m just trying to control. I promised that I’m going to control. I lied to myself that this torture is going to end soon, but no. I’m just trying to run away from this. I knw that one day I need to face it. Now that I’d faced it, I regretted. I really can’t take it anymore. Kill me instead, I dunt want face it, I dare not…

Lord, help me.