Went back to the place and felt the same helplessness, except with dignity this time. She told me I look entirely different now. And I couldn't smile, I said yeah maybe and left in a while.
How can I not be different, when it's you and your people's incompetency that forced me to grow the fuck up and accept more injustice and pain than any 17 year old could be expected to put through?
But ah well.
Went with mum to bugis afterwards. Went to the temple and I prayed really, really hard. Then dropped by bugis and I wanted to mass-buy really, really hard hahaha BUT CONTROL GURL CONTROL.
KIDS I HAVEN'T SEEN IN 2 WEEKS AWWW YOU DARLINGS.
I really do ask God what to do with you.
For the most part, it truly involves me slamming my burning fist into a fire that you set and just gritting my teeth and telling myself the ice will be worth all the while later.
My teeth are grinding still and my knuckles tremble.
But you're worth it all, aren't you?
I really need a new tattoo, but I'm low on inspirations and $.
Hit me with something good in my sleep.
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