i'm not telling them the truth yet. keeping everything to myself. but at least i know my mother doesn't blame me.

because i don't even know how come my mother and sister got to know. i don't know how to hide things from them anymore.

unglam photos like blah ):

i'm still not used to my life now.

i'm feeling itchy all over. rashes ._.

i'm a fucking loser. i failed to do everything well. i fucking hate myself like fuck.

i'm this fuck weak. i don't want anyone to bother about me. about all the things that's going on. i don't need it.

my sister's not back yet ):

wtf ): why war at this time ):

gahhh.. war war.