It's gonna be CNY eve tomorrow and I'm feeling dreadful. I poured like I never did before till I fell asleep and woke up with a headache. Does anyone care? Hell no. Not that I want center attention. Now it's 8.19AM and I can't wait to get out of this so-called home. I can't wait to sore my feet till it bleeds later. I wanna play the piano till my fingers break. I wanna get in an accident on the way there so I won't have to suffer with this anymore. I need his comfort and hugs but he doesn't seem to see when I need it and when I don't. What does he even know about me?
Yes, I'm being pathetically emo now. For once. For real. Because of them. I'll try to cheer up. If there is anyone to see it.