sa***n

Fcuk.
i hate my fcuking life.
why does everything have to be this way?
i tried to be a good person.
especially to him.

but he had to be all BIG and EGOISTIC.

sometimes i really feel like running away
running away from this stupid house.
okay, then where will i go to.

maybe just stay at home.
and take loads of Panadol
or going to the highest floor of my block, and well, dive.
or engrave Harry's name on my wrist with a penknife
or wetting my hands and switch the lights off and on repeatedly

he thinks im intefering with his life.
im not.
im just being concerned.
well, i think.

urgh.
please, someone knock me out.

sorry readers. this is my rare angrieeessstt post since a long time.
sorry you had to read this.

it wont happen again.

at least for now.