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.

我的心已死了。

yes, you're that worthy. i swear you are.
maybe i was just a month too late.
but nothing can be done now,
i really regretted for not confessing
now, i still wna say, i still love you
i loved you four years ago,
i'll love you four years after.
i smile as thoh it was for you.
im not crazy without you.
im not myself without that hope.
i love you.
i dunt blame you for that.
but i blame myself for being so stupid
to have fallen for you, for fourhalf years.
its all too late now.i give you my blessings.
last long.

WARNING : when you see me very sad these few days, dunt ever ask why. cause i'll break down into tears. non-stop.