a note, to you.
sometimes, i feel like i'm unwanted and unprotected. i feel like i'm the only one who is taking every words of yours serious, instead of as a joke. maybe, perhaps, you would have felt that i'm a mean girl, a girl who acts as a majordomo and orders everyone to do everything in the way that i wanted to, hell, my bad, my apology. well, baby, i don't even get the chance to wish on my birthday the moment i blew the candles on the cake. my birthday wish would be, please be nice to me even though i'm a big fat enormous teenager, i just need/want a person to be there when i feel like vomiting out of my shitttttttts from my hearttttt.
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