I love you. But really?
I love my family. But really?
I love my friends. But really?
I love myself. But really?
I never know how to express my feeling. I never know what I actually want. It's funny how much twisted my mind is. First second of my days, I'll work hard. The next, i love myself. Then, i love everything, everyone. But then, i hate myself. I hate till I can't even look on the mirror. I hate, hate and hate till my mind believes it, till my body get used to it.
I'm not mad at you. I really didn't. I'm not. And I know it's the truth. But everything annoy me now. Even you. Compare to what you have done to me, i found someone who done worse to me.
I love all of you. But sometimes, the feeling of not worthy makes me scares. I never want to hurt any of you. Yet, that's the only thing I'm good at.
I'm so sorry for my existence. I'm sorry I can't end it myself.
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A Confession
عشوائيIt's my confession to my family. Something I knew i can never tell it to them. Hoping they will find this. Duh... they don't know I have Wattpad account I don't really want teenagers to read this. I don't want to poison your mind.
