Fucked up

I don't know why but the only thing I can think about other than Hubby is my blog. The place where I can pour out my sadness and all. The fucking bitch (My tuition teacher) called my mum and told her I skip her class and some shit like that. No, that didn't matter much.

but...
I got mad though. I cried.

Go ahead. Do what you want, I'm not afraid.

I don't know what to do now, nothing much in my mind. I'm always clueless, wanting to run away when my anger and sadness get over me.

I heard that fucking bitch told my mum that my friend told her that if I fail my o levels, I'll go for baking(implying that it's ok that I fail) and the whole school knows that too. Yup, my mum got pissed off.

I hate the people...
Goodnight to the kindness that this world had forgotten. Guess I'll be the next.

 

I hope you'll be ok my love.