(Speechless)

On the Sunday, 24th May 2oo9, o122hrs.
You said I'm like a 'rotten apple'. Do you know how much it hurts me when you said this?
I feel like beating someone up when I heard this you know. The feeling sucks!
Sometimes, I felt like I'd like to kill you. But, I can't.
At times, I felt like running away. Go to a farfar away place.
And worse. The one who said this to me is You, My mom. Whatthefuck.
I will remember this day, date and time.


Vincent just called. Talked to him in a low mood. Sorry, Superkid.
Anyway, just hung up. Don't think I'm sleeping so early.
It's o147hrs now. Shall off my com, and find something to do.
Night readers.