I was in rage, and those people who made me into this **** didn’t even notice what happen exactly, good timing, I wasn’t planning to tell them anyway. Well, I don’t know. Was it my hormone or my schedules which were scattered (too many unexpected things) that make me feel so exhausted.
When I went home on Friday, I hided in my room, crying. That was the peak of exhaustion that I couldn’t stop crying. I knew by the morning that my eyes were swollen but I didn’t even care. I was exhausted, God knows what I’ve been going through. Hell.
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Posted on December 5, 2011
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