Dear God,

I can't stand my family most of the time. My mother is a total ugh I just feel like asking her to shut up and stop nagging. My dad too. My sister is an idiot. My brother doesn't take the effort to talk to me. What kind of a freaking family is this? I hate it, and btw, YOU'RE not the one experiencing all this rubbish. You just put me on earth and everyone else on earth. I don't hate you, I never will. All I'm angry about is how you make it all seem so much better for the people around me. If I think about "The grass is more greener on the other side" well, it's reasonable. But for my case, WHAT THE WORLD HAVE I GOT to make someone jealous other than my damn english? Nothing. Okay? Nothing.

I hate this freaking house and the FREAKING people. I could use vulgar words, but I'm too nice to do so. That letter to god was typed out, SO SORRY! I can't come about saying all those stuff in front of the pictures and statues in the prayer room because I'm too freaking fed up of doing that again and again and then going out not feeling satisfied. All I want to know is why isn't there any justice here? SHUT UP YOU FREAKING ASSHOLES.

Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
shutup

L. has everything. She's kashande amma, has HIM drooling all over her and everything else under the sun. I'm fed-up. I want a dog, so I can talk to him/her everyday and tell her my problems and hug him/her so close and play with him/her and I know the dog will love me too. I'll do everything for my little dog and I'm going to name her, Sprinkles or him, Pebbles. But, I really want a boy!! But I wouldn't ever mind a sweet girl.

My freaking house has banned me from the idea of hamsters. Freak them. FRREEAAAK. Ugh, I can't control my anger. I CAN'T.

I'd hug Pebbles everyday and then tell him all about L. and how I can't ever believe that she's such a bitch now. And I'll tell Sprinkles everything and she'd understand sooooooooooooooooo well.

I am now listening to the classical music station on the radio and I love it but hate it. It reminds me so much of princes, and princesses. And then it connects to him. So badly. And then to L. Don't make me cry again, it's too much to handle and I feel too lonely to actually get through PSLE.

The tears I keep on shedding are stupid. Because no one SEES them or hears them. Because he doesn't know how much this is happening, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT L.