Fuck I feel all fucked up. Hormones? Fuck you. Why do I still have this fucking thing stuck onto my chest like elephant glue-insistent and brings up such abomination in me? What is it that I'm lacking, really? Because I think what I really need is an answer to finally relief me from all that trouble and hurt I've been feeling every time I look at them.
If anybody bothered, the comment box is readily awaiting your responses. (And don't try to tell me publicly/face-to-face with the usual, irritating, "Kau okay tak?"/ in school/ anywhere out of this fucking blog)
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