My stories, my life.

I dont know but it seems life a dream..No, Nightmare. My dream, my everything is gone. Now. Gone. Gone.Gone. Not sad at all, at start cry, but after that no, no nothing at all. The feeling is like despair. Already no hope. Why sad for ? :D . HAHA.

A memory last forever, never does it die.

Andand, I super hate bitches who status keep emoemo, say they slit here slit there, cry here cry there, want die want die like that. Ya, i did write those kind of status to get attention before, but now i then see how discusting, fake, i was before. And juniors from primary school asking me who i stead before, her stead, still say she P4 stead with a guy from french then french kiss with him -.- Like very show off like that. Fake. Get a life la bitch. And some people there jealous because of her boyfriend somehow "closer" to me like that. Although I never talk to the girl before -.- Gossip here gossip there. Younger then me so what, knn. My patience got limit. If you jealous you talk to yourself, no need go tell your "sister" . And gossip around like i want steal your boyfriend.