I wrote, I do write stories. probably most of them are about my pathetic life. the story of my depression yet stresses life as a 16teen years old girl. Day by day, my dream and hope slowly fade away as I'm getting all the ignorance and love that never exists. I dream every day, I hope every day and never achieve them. I care too much. I think too much. I hope too much 

The only thing I want was a friend who never fails on not listen to my boring and pathetic life even the hardest time happened. it's hard for me to shared my stories with my family members and I'm sure it never will.  mine only hoped and dream that has been in my mind for ages; to find a best friend that know who you really are and by directly tell everything on every side (not necessary)  especially if I ever broke them apart with my sharp yet stupid words. With all, their love towards me never ends 

Just give me all the pain and accidents or cancers in the world and make me end up in the hospital, trying to survive extremely painful scars and appeared on my not-so-soft skin. which are burns so badly. will they visit me in the hospital? distracted me with their lame yet funny stories. will you? do you? it just, it has been awhile since I know if anyone really cared about me the whole time.

if that's was so hard for me to get, I can end up suicide and watch if anyone really does try to stop me physically and mentally. the time went I end up dying. it's easier for me to watch if there's anyone I cared the most came to my funerals crying. express their feelings on how sorry they are, went all the truth revealed.  would they miss me? Is there anyone going to cry?

I smile, just smiled away. wishing everything was not happen according to my destiny living in depression, sadness and hates. smile, smiling are the only weapon for me to survive this cruel life. Laughing to forget those horrible experience that happened.  Hoping everything I wish really do come true

truthfully,
Sara - 2014