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ending my lifez here ... i have no regret...
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
these few days ......dying i wasnt scare ... i am not scare of dying nowadays ... last time went into a gang fight with my cousin ..... i was so scare of dying ........ the thoughts of dying came to my mind my family .... my love one ... all those who care about me ......they are the reasons for me to be scare of dying ......

now no one cares for me already ..so even if i dies no one will care .... even will they shed a tear for me ..... i am not the only one that is miseable i know ... there are people aound me that are maybe ten times miserable as me ..... even so they also have a bright side to look at .... me .... i just have nothing ..... only being scolded for being sad .... come back home must give them a smile to tell them that i am happy going to their house .... wtf is this ......

say me acting like a gangster ..... say me step gangster ..... say me becoming like gangster .....you put me into this kind of family which 3/4 of them are gangster of course you will slowly become like one of them la .......think la .....after that you angry you come back scold me .... say i make you angry come on la ....... i never even say anything to you .... didnt even talk to you leh..... walao .... what kind of family is this sia ...... dont respect people call people respect you ..... you just fuck off my life can already ... simple easy and it settles everything .... so just fuck off la .... i dont care who you are ... i dont want to care anymore ....

hate me it is your choice i know i did you wrong first .... hate me so my life will never be so misearble ......... so hate me .... i dont give a damn about it ....hate me ... but i will really go and block a stab for you .... i am not some "wei da" de ren .... i am just ...me ... i am willing to exchange my life for you .....i am ... dont call me noble ....i just ...want to waste my life away ... nobody cares for me anyway ... so i dont give a damn if i were to die today or tomorrow...


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