2 weeks of school had past. First day was crap. But whatever.

It sucks quarreling with you. One moment angry, the next, I was crying. Then calmness, then angry again. I felt I was mentally unsound. My heart went on a roller coaster ride.


I wish, life wouldn't be so bad. Does the worst of the worst of being cranky, or insecure, or whatever feels like this? I kept spewing vulgarities-not that they just come out naturally. While I was typing all those terrible words out, I felt like I was a stranger to myself. Hey hey, I wasn't like that before. When had I became so uncouth and let my anger and those horrible words take over?

Then again, sometimes life isn't THAT bad. Because, even despite scolding you all those hurting stuff, you still tried to sound me out, you tried to talk to me. That matters, a lot. You used to not be bothered about me at all when I was feeling so unsecured and down; but now, even amidst of being busy, you still replied to my messages, no matter how much my words sting.

You're the only one who can put me through immense pain; or great joy. You can make me lose my appetite, you can make me eat a lot. Everything still comes down right to you.