Who can listen to my troubles? No one.
When i'm angry, it's easy for you to make me happy.
When you're angry, you heck care me.
When i needed you the most, you chose to give me a coldest shoulder that i detest.
Is there where i can always say my troubles?
Or rather, even if i blog it here, someone will see?
2 days ago, you were fine.
Your birthday, it was, but you were all alone out there.
Did you actually know that i planned something?
As i type, my tears flow, mum never fails to realise that i'm down.
Sometimes even when i lose my temper at her when i'm down,
she's still the one there.
Thanks mummy, i love you.
You asked me few hours ago,
what's so good about you that's worth me crying,
and that no matter what, i wouldn't give up and stay on.
but you know how painful i felt?
when i want to give up,
i think of the consequence,
how upset you will be.
Have you ever thought that what you say pricks me?
like when i am anticipating for you to come back,
and you say you don't anticipate to see me.
You know, i don't have the courage to say,
i will set you free one day,
for you to roam and find another girl,
better than me.
Love, Anna at {/10:48 am}