I don't know why I feel even stress on this two weeks of holiday.
Feel so fark up.
I thought things are good,
but why am I feeling like this?
I feel so confuse about everything.
I just wanna go on a holiday.
For God sake it is a holiday!
Don't I get to go to a get away?
I want to go to the freakin' beach!
I wanna hear the waves and feel the sand.

Fark.
I really wanna go somewhere.

I'm so scared.
I'm scared of the future.
I'm scared of facing everything.
I'm scared that I'm thinking too much.
I'm scared that you would hate me.
I'm scared that you would blame me.
I'm scared that it won't heal.
I'm scared that I would lose you.
I'm scared of losing those hope.
I'm scared that I won't have anything to look forward to anymore,
I'm scared of giving up.

The thought of it makes me shiver inside out.


I hope you don't blame me for everything.
Everything will be fine right?
Please tell me it will.
Hey would you?


I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for thinking.
I'm sorry for asking.
I'm sorry for caring.
I'm sorry for worrying,
I'm sorry for saying.

Yeah.

I officially hate my face.
I hate when people stare.
I hate when people give that weird faces.
I hate when people look at me like a display.
I hate when people don't respect me.

I wanna dig their eyes out,
I wanna ask them to fark off.
I wanna kick them in the face.

I shouldn't be like this.
Bye.