Chapter January, Mon 02 ‘12
Dear Tumblr,
Happy new year. I’m still 20 y.o until next february. I’m still gloomy and negative. Yesterday was g8. You know I’m happy enough… But yah, sad at the same time. We set a lot of fireworks, and since the house is on the hill we could see all over the island down there. It was flooded by a fireworks all over the island, you could see the night sky turn to be very red, sometimes blue, sometimes yellow, green etc b’cos of the fireworks it self, and yah, smoke all over the places.
Many people laughing, sayin “happy nu year” to e’one. And me also laughing and very happy. It was the 1st time I saw such a lot of fireworks e’where. And I’m glad I’m still alive until this year.
Sounds so happy huh? Not really… I envy, like again? Yeah… I envy… To whom? To these people I celebrate with… To this family. I want one too (hell heynaaa u still not move on?! The answer is Yes….) You know how I feel after I saw them? Empty… Alone… And rejected. Disgusted about my self… And so dirty so I need to wash my self inside such a huge laundry and dry me to shine again, the thing is its impossible to wash ur self like a dirty cloth right?
So I realize I’m such a gloomy person, and a loner. Rejected by her own parents (mom) is hard for a teenager like me (hope teenager still suit me well) I will alw need my parents no matter how old I am… To lemme know which things right or went so wrong that I need to figured it out and fix it by my self. But life never goes as u pleased tho…
Love is patient, that’s what I learned from some books even internet, but not from my family. What I know is just a hatred, jealousy, talk behind, pain, suffering and all by my self… Super alone… The only one friend I have just my pets and God where I alw share things in the dark, cried in the corner. I know I go down so easy, I know I alw feel so negative… But how?
I just need someone who could tell me how lovable I am… How precious I am… But there isn’t one…. #sigh
And I’m tired of being sick you know… Really really tired… Surgery, blood test, meds… Everything just so B.O.R.I.N.G
The last time I went to the hospital, it makes me broke to my bone financially… And I hate to admit that now I am so sick! Like gosh! E’ moment of my life time people can alw see me at the hospital or bringing such a huge plastic bag full of medicine!!! FUCK IT.
So january… Please be nice…. Don’t let the embassy not issued my visa just b’cos of my family’s issues… That wasn’t my fault if my mom divorced with my dad, re-married couples times n lost my dad’s death certificate r8? Not my fault if my family is really are broken…
They should know how hard is it for me to go trough life…. My life….
I got nothing but God beside me… That’s what I understand…