Sunday, April 01, 2007
i feel terrible. pain. lost of appetite. weak.
if this have to continue, i rather die.
cuts, abrasion, wounds.
getting scolded by my bf. baby cant be bothered much. he gt his own prob, so i have to face everything alone.
things happen on me, not them. they will nv know the pain. no use explaining, no use complaining.
if crying can ease the pain, i dun mind crying forever.
i miss ashraff.
nite.
10:00 PM
