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Saturday, September 15, 2007
sibling's fight

8.05pm says;


I WANT MY BROTHER TO DIE SOON.

NOW.

RIGHT NOW.

HOPE YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD, BODOH.


or maybe, it's better for me not to actually exist in this world. happy for him, happy for everyone. i feel so useless. i feel that im just someone who don't deserve this kinda treatment from the people around me, the close one. well, no one does. i hate to say this, i hate you. i'm your little sister and i'm being so rude, you say. just by shouting at you, which i think you deserve the shouting, asshole. i don't shout for no reason. you can just scold me, like hell, but hell yeah, i don't accept those smacked, you gave. And you make it two. Yes, that is it. that's how a brother treat her little ones. where's the RESPECT you told me to do so while you can do whatever you like. i should respect you, but you? go to hell, sucker.

i wouldn't being too harsh with those cursed, if you wouldn't do what you've just did it to me. it hurts inside outside. Even though i'm the LITTLE one and you're the BIG brother, doesn't mean you rule everything. like hello, i'm STILL your little sister with a fragile heart. i don't want to just love you but i want to be loved by you too, bro. maybe you've show it to me but it's just me who dont realised it or maybe you don't like showing it OR maybe, you don't treat me like your little sister. what the hell. i don't care then. i have my parents who still love me; your parents too.


It's fasting month and shit happens. sibling's fight is the hurtful ones, ever. As how you treat me, just, make me feels that, i'm a useless kid. NO, it's you who are useless, useless. See, sibling's fight is a two parties which none will gave up. And i have to stop now, as tears running like a running tap water, already and tears going to flood my keyboard, soon the whole floor. stop it. stop it.

goodbye.
ps; promise me to keep it as a secret.
okay, promised.

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