.

I wish I never existed.
Seriously, wish I never existed.
Or,
I wish my motherfuckingassholebitch sibling never existed.

You don't wanna be like your boss?
That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. You are him. You already are him. You're as worse as him. At least he's just doing everything for the sake of his company, arrogantly. You? You're nothing. A fucking piece of shit, without any fucking responsibilities.

Yes. I know, emotions still affected my doings, the way I speak, my tone. I admit that. But I'm still responsible for whatever I do and whatever I wanna do. I'll work a little more on that. I won't throw a guitar because I'm mad. I won't make fun with the fucking brake and cry like it's not my fault when the car got hit because of your ignorance.

You fucker don't deserve owning a fucking car.

Yes I was like that. Yes I broke a couple of stuff and cried. But I know it's my fault, at least I know I broke it it's my fault.
I know I destroyed my old phone. I broke my photo frame. I destroyed our relationship. I know.

I will not repeat those mistakes. I will not break anything anymore, and I will fix whatever's left in us.

I rather break my own fist, so no one would know. I rather break my wrist. I rather break my own. I rather die, I rather not exist. I rather die and turn into nothing.

Because that wouldn't hurt anyone.

Well from now on, I'll try my best to pass the test. I will try my best to be able to drive. And that time,

Beg me.

I guess the person I hate the most, is the person sleeping under my bed every night. They say monsters hid under the bed.
Totally true.

Nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Target: Treat monsters like strangers. Treat monsters fucking polite. Just don't talk to her.