Tired. Just tired. I'm sick and tired of all the nonsense and bs that I've been holding up and keeping in my heart. I can't take it any further. I'm feeling vexed. I can't think straight. I'm not happy now. I'm annoyed. 
Family. Friends. Enough of all these freaking dramas. If I had the chance to choose whether to live or not, I'd rather die now. It's rough these few days. I'm praying. I know it's wrong to say I'd rather die but I can't help it. 
When I was in school today, I said I was tired. I was not tired. I was sad. Unhappy. Upset about what happened on Sunday. But can I tell? No. Who can I trust? Nobody. They'll still judge you anyway. 

So many things I haven't completed. The incomplete things make me not able to think straight. Why does school likes to do this to us? Why do people around me keep giving me pressure? Why do they expect so much of me? 
Society. 




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I hate this. I hate everything. I'm on the verge of breaking down. I need God. He is here. I need time. 



"But I warn you, once trigger her, she'll explode like a grenade."


I frown alot. That's just me. I have dark secrets I have never ever told anyone and I'm planning to carry it to my grave. But those dark secrets are slowly haunting me down. Making it hard for me to live. I really wanted to die. Want* at this point, at this time. 


"They don't actually care. They only care about themselves."


I wanted to die on this day called, today.