i hurt my dad yesterday by showing him my record book. its bad. i mean my dad was so disappointed at me. he said tt he wasted alot of time and energy for me and this is what i gave him. i wish i could talk back but that would be rude, to them at least. he said that in this family he has got no children to be proud of except for my brother. yes, my clever brother. the one who got into anderson sec and then into njc and then got a scholarship from my dad's company to go to university to take engineering. how irritating can that get? after he scolded me, and my bro "talking" to me, i closed the door, took my penknife, switched off the light, lay down on my bed and let the light from my hp to continue. the, i just cut myself. i've got ten scars on my arm now. i thought that it would hurt but then it actually felt kind of good. it's better to hurt outside than to hurt inside, i guess. and as i watched the blood emerged from my torn skin, i felt the exhiliration. bloody exhiliration. i cried but whatever for, i do not know. i realised that i like to make people happy, but i'm not happy myself. it feels like bull when you are considered as a failure to your parents. it certainly feels like bull.
died-ed at
11:37 am
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