Saturday, June 6, 2009.
I don't care.
7:29 PM

OKAY, IF I DON'T GET THIS OUT OF MY BODY, I MIGHT JUST GET A VARIETY OF DISEASES SOON, AND BEFORE YOU KNOW, YOU'LL BE AT MY FUNERAL (if you're friend enough. I really have got no idea who's going to go to my funeral.)
-Oh anyway, If I really die, I want a white coffin. Please cremate me and sprinkle the darned ashes all over Singapore. Then forget that I have actually, ever existed.-

By now, my left leg is full of cuts from the bicycle. Much as I am really proud of it, but then, it has caused me lots of disasters. My bum hurts while sitting down. I hate you grownups.

Now, is it wrong to keep quiet? Why is everyone like that idiot. Last time while I tried to stop myself from keeping quiet, they say they're worried. WORRIED? I doubt so. Really. I DOUBT SO. 

Now, I talk. THEN YOU ALL COMPLAIN. Should I go back to the times when I am quiet? Maybe I should. 

I'm like going to blast music in my ears 24/7. I don't want to hear from you all anymore. It's tiring, stressful, and not to mention that it causes me deafness faster than it does when I blast music!

Oh yes, that bike isn't mine. It's my uncle's. He gave it to me. IF IT COULD STOP ALL THOSE ARGUEMENTS, I'LL GLADLY GIVE IT BACK TO HIM. 

Now you ask why I don't want to tell you why I'm so sad/angry/exasperated over. It's because I don't know when you're good to me, and when you're treating me bad. I don't understand you all. 



Now I know why I have a blog.
It's because of all those grownups.
They don't understand people at this age.
Neither do we understand them.
We have a very obvious age gap.

I need to numb myself. 
I need to detach myself. I don't want to talk anymore.
I realise I do feel better when I keep quiet. 
Just... indifferent. 
I don't laugh at their jokes.

Neither do I care if they're arguing.
At least I don't feel that hurt anymore.

What I've done to get all this?