I'm very tired. Physically and mentally tired. Everything is taking a toll on me. Everything. From the little-est matter to everything else that's around. It's not that I can't cope with the load. I don't think I'm stressed. I'm not delusional. I know what I'm doing. However, everything seems to be going wrong. Maybe not everything, but more or less, the things that actually matter are going haywire.

The only things I want to do now is drug myself with an endless amount of caffeine (since that is the only readily available drug around) and perhaps sit or lie next to you and stare into those pretty hazel eyes that never fail to mesmerise. They are beautiful.

Maybe I should go kill myself for having to think and burden myself with all these unnecessary thoughts when I should actually be thinking about completing my assignments. But then again, I'm not the only person I want to kill. I feel like killing someone else too. I feel like making you bleed and cry. I want you to be in pain for as long as forever. I want you to feel how I've been feeling since god-knows-when. I want you to suffer and eat yourself up. I want your blood to boil everytime you see me smile. I want you to feel the rage burn inside you. I want you to fucking die and fucking go to hell.

Cynnical? Maybe. Ruthless? No. Ridiculous? No. I want you to kill yourself. If only I've never met you but it's too late now, isn't it?

Well, tough luck. The boy's yours now. Carry on with your life and let him fuck you up. Enjoy it while it lasts. I hope you do.

Chao.