All I can think is to end my life. No matter how hard I tried to keep holding my very life dearly, I always find another reason to end it. Maybe I am depressed. Or maybe I only am tired. And I can't help myself to find a way out. And there's no one I could share to. Of course Allah SWT always there for me. But somehow I need someone to comfort me and tells everything will be just alright. I always know life will always be so shitty, but never knew that my life would be like this. Some people would see me and consider me as most girl, as a normal one. Even I know everybody had their hidden scars, still, am not normal to begin with. I've been bullied over my elementary school. I barely had friends. They hate me for such trivial things. They hate me for my body shape, for my finished assignments, for my mom whom a teacher back in my school, for my interest in english, for my interest in typical-boy games, they hate me for almost everything. Lucky enough there's two of ...
An extraordinary-rare-differentthinker-young girl. Eremophobia.