i found a diary
and started to write
dear: Dairy
hating people is my favorite hobby except of writing and reading fiction stories,
i live in a poor life,
studying in public school,
on a low graded student,
a curse child...
cursed not literally
pero im kinda like it,
im unlucky to all kind of things,
im idiot,stupid,abnormal,psycho etc.
i always hear those things from people i encounter,
my family is the #1 in the list...
living in unpeaceful life sucks,
they dont understand how painful i feel,
living in this town makes me sick,
cancer is what i call,
rubbish on what they think on me,
this cruel world that i hate,
leaving here is actually an easy option...
yet...
for one more time,
i wait for good things to happen,
until extending to infinity, but it wont happen
im tired of everything.
wanted to leave here soon.
just one moment and i wont leave,
i wish...
yet nothing happen,
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i sigh
" maybe its time to leave " i whisper
i take the medicine and take all of it...
i died exactly that night
i saw my grave still noone's there to visit me,
