Seriously, sometimes you just have to not give a shit to make yourself feel better. And I just realize I've been tolerating for too long and too much for these eye liquid to be discharged. All these shit just accumulate and pile up. why give a damn, why let all these shit to affect myself. Keep telling myself that it's not worth it. But it's the memories that kept me holding on. Thanks to my fucking stomach that just made me to be fucking broke down. Feel so lazy to buy food already, yet dad still not willing to buy dinner for me. Great life I have right?! Hate going to school. Hate seeing things. Hate to do the things I don't like. Hate to be out of the house at 7am and to be home at 10pm. I shall just fucking give everything my nonchalant attitude.