Mom always says that I'm useless and keeping on insulting me. Why should I live? To bear all those insults and pain? I hate my life. I even burnt my hand purposely. I don't want to live. I hate holidays so much.
There's no one for me, so I guess I should die. I'm a nuisance for everyone. I'll commit suicide soon.
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Stupid shit
NonfiksiRead it at your own risk.. It's not a book of smut.. It's only about what I'm feeling right now..
