Hi. You've stopped at this year's up to date shiets of my life.
It's Lim Weiling here. You can expect many random things down here. A lot of mixed emotions. You can never ever figure out what's she is thinking behind her hideous appearance, optimistic character which is being portrayed in front of everyone. Few, or even none knows her real self.
Why?
She have no idea too.
Caiying Jamie Joelyn Larry Xingyang Zihui
21 March, 2011 @ 4:04 PM
Your words..
Your words..
Like arrows..
Piercing my heart..
Deeply..
Many just didn't realize how much pain I feel now.
I cannot do it.
WHAT CAN I DO?
HEY LOOK.
I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ALRIGHT?
MY RESULTS ARE A GIANT PILE OF SHIT.
I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT NOW.
........
Both of you're talking in a language I'm not familiar with, and both of you refused to tell me the content, when I obviously know that both of you're talking negative things about me.
I'M FREAKING OBLIVIOUS TO BOTH OF YOUR EXPRESSIONS.
ALTHOUGH I'M PLAYING THE PIANO, I KNOW.
I CAN FEEL IT YOU KNOW.
I CAN NEVER CRY OUT IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS YET BOTH OF YOU'RE FORCING ME TO THAT.
CAN'T I JUST MAINTAIN THAT IMAGE?
YES. YOU FORCED ME TO THE VERGE OF TEARS.
THERE BOTH OF YOU WERE TALKING, AND I COULD ONLY PLAY EXTREMELY SAD SONGS ON THE PIANO TO RELIEVE MY SADNESS.
YES, WITH A LOT OF MISTAKES.
THE MELODY WAS AWFUL.
IT WAS A NOISE POLLUTION.
BUT WHAT THE FUCK CAN I DO?
SCREAM AND TELL BOTH OF YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP?
YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WAS SUFFERING?
..............
Ah I give up..
I can never succeed.
I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it a lot.
No one will understand.
Fuck.
Fuck my life.
