This week's been pretty screwed.

Things went way too wrong.

Why must we go through this everytime?

We're all tired.

I love you all, especially you, despite hearing hurtful comments from you.

The tears shed during the silent nights, the pride that i had to swallow at times

Everything went wrong this week.

Personal belonging confiscated, quarrels, arguments, tears, hurling.

Somehow it seems to have incorporated itself to my life.

Im proud, arrogant, rude, impatient, easily contented.

You've always make me wonder if i ever made you proud.

Though you said that you don't mean what you said,

But has it ever hit you that they felt like needles pricking my heart?

Strangers?

Family?

Loved ones?

You made me felt worst when you cried.

I felt like a useless freak, a bastard, who does nothing,

But to make you tear.

Yes, IM THE WORST KIND OF DAUGHTER ANYONE CAN HAVE. IM A BASTARD.



I SUCK!