I HATE MY LIFE

I think there's something wrong with me. I HATE Twerp more then the last time I said it. I HATE that lucky pig always getting to do awesome stuffs with LUCK and everything. I HATE luck's pet, and sometimes, PRODIGIES. I don't know why I hate them so utterly. I think it's my thing----my fatal flaw, I guess. JEALOUSY.

I got THOUSANDS of flaws, I'm not even SURPRISE if my flaws are even MORE than my strengths. I am SELFISH, I am ANNOYING, I am COWARDLY, I am kinda STUPID, I am kinda BLUNT-------------some Maturanians even thought that CHILDISH is my FLAW! Haha, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. But the thing that can REALLY manipulate me will be my JEALOUSY.
I HATE and I'm jealouse of most things around me. My twerp scumbag sister, my lucky lucky mom, EVERYBODY seems to have LUCK! LUCK! I have to STRIVE for survival, I have no luck to pay my remainder of my life, I always wanna go screaming hysterically like those other guys in my house and then get all the benefits from crying like HELL. I am mostly USELESS to my family, and all I did was eating their food supply and stuffs. I don't even need somekinda evil lord to keep whispering me brainwashing stuffs like, " They did this on purpose... They never cared about you.. Join us..." QUIT THE WHISPERING! I have them to repeat themselves ALL DAY, and I don't need your insolent blah blah blah to tell me that.
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HATE


Twerp! She had all these LOVE, I can't believe I want them too. I usually rely on my own supply of love from myself and my diary and journals and other stuffs---------if you're making an "uh!" sound or murmuring how childish that sounded then CONGATS, cause' you DON'T know how does it FEEL to be like that. It's difficult, cause' I don't get torment all day. But I got hurted all day, and that doesn't sound okay to me. Twerp even have the power to use her charisma, to melt any anger away. Not to mention she's BEUTIFUL, way more beutiful than------let's just say she's the top girl you would wanna date if you're a boy. Or Lesbian, maybe. But she's straight, got it?-------She got luck to ease her lousy-stinking life, her beuty to attract all ages and soften their heart, and some other damned qualities to be the public's pet. I CAN'T stand to be some superior lady's elder sister anymore. That sucks so much! People always lied that it's the eldest one that is important and blah, but when a mission was done look at them who said it and see who they're putting their damned face to-----the younger. They ALWAYS get what WE deserved! They were just PRETTY-FACED jackass, what makes them so special, huh? Why are my parents SO against LISTENING? Why won't they realize that I am NOT borned from a dumpster?
I can empasize anybody's anger with EASE, espeially those moody moody kind. Like You-know-who. She's a HELL good tantrum-specialist, and she can go BURNING HER HAIR in the Mamak stall JUST because she thinks that my teeth is YELLOWISH! If you're laughing at me now I DON'T appreciate it!
I wanna leap out and beat that obnoxious budge-toothed loser up, kick her fleshy lil' buttock and let her feel my pain physically. SHE should reap them, after all that love-basking thing, I'm sure her face is good to merge with my fist. Let her know that I'm not something less pride than stray dogs-----in THE HARD WAY!














It scares me when I thought that the best thing to live is to live alone, away from people.