This is what, i call life.

Well, yesterday was sucha freak. Second post for the day. Cause i suddenly remembered about yesterday. Yesterday, i cried. I cried over my past day lives. I cried over my bad. I cried over my mistakes. I cried over my worst. I cried over how friends and family treat me. I cried over how i treat people. I cried over how my future's gonna be like. I cried about males and females. I cried over how cruel i was to siblings. I cried over things incidents. I cried over people. I cried over my life. My life, has full of up and downs. Mostly, it's all not perfect. I'm more to bad than good. I'm a bad magnet. I attract bad incidents easily. Sometimes, life's hard when you're suffering. Life's easy when you're enjoying. Life's easy when you had picked the correct choice and never turn back. There's no turning back in life. I really wanna restart life. No, i don't wanna restart. I hate myself. Sometimes, i feel like i'm the worst of the worst. I'm very unperfect. I mean, veryvery. I hate me, i hate myself, i hate i. Sometimes, doing stupid stuffs was just the best thing i could get. I'm unperfect and still everybody treats me like im really am one. All this days, i've becoming more worst. People whom i love, nvr treat me like they always do. I was the one whom they took advantage off. I'm really like an extra in everybody's life. I always tag along with people, but i was just invinsible. I'm nowhere for them. I'm like a book being thrown away when there's no use. And drag it back when there's a need for revision. I feel like i'm being used. Everyday, i fake a smile. What i'd expected, wasn't what it was. Nobody's perfect, uh. But, it's just me, i'm being too unperfect. I'll behave strangely and more sensitive this days, you may notice. But it's just the only way for me to be myself. The only way for me to fight back all my weaknesses. This post may be crap, but who ask you to read? -'- I'm good when you are. I can be good when i'm not. But my patience has it limits. I'm sorry if i treated you bad. Sometimes, people promise are just made to be fake ones. Not real, it won't last, like ever. Promises are fake. There's never such word as promises. I simply hate me. I hate myself. I hate every part of me. I hate every chapter of me. Everyday's been a sorrow. So, yeah, you all wanna know why i enjoy habbo so oh much? You all may think it's lame. But it's like a game of life. I get love from there. I get care from there. I get attention from there. People care more for me there. So, habbo's not lame. It give me love life. -'- But hurtszx. I need to learn and appreciate things that won't come again. I lost people. I lost my life. I don't know where i am. It's like i'm drowning and no one bothers to help. I simply hate me,myself. The challenges in my life are just too tough to fight, crying bloody hell now, bye. :'C