Why don't i have a perfect life? Why can't i be happy? Why do i still keep crying and still keep fighting? Why do i get hurt so easily? Why am i so sad? I have myself. I hate my life. I hate that one little useless stupid thing can bring me down. Im so weak...i wish i had strength. I wish, i wish i can be old me. My innocent happy minded me. Now look, stupid i know.  My age doesn't even match how i act. My parents surely don't care about me. Im crying right in front of them. Hoping they would come and hug me and say I'm okay. Instead they're yelling at me telling me to not to go to school because i'm not telling them why I'm crying. Im trying to read and study but i cant. Im too sad, I'm too hurt, I'm too sensitive. Fml.