sometimes when a decision is made wrongly, things can't change even if you regret.
and that's my situation now. exactly the same.
i dun think writing it out will do any better or even will make it worse.
i feel like kiling myself as a punishment for making this stupid decision.
it is so wrong.
i wouldn't have been here if i ever made it correctly.
why on earth did the stupid me have the stupid guts to do it?
why me?
why don't i have the passion that you people have?
why do i always have to close the door and weep behind it?
even if i did it in front of them, they told me to back off.
why?

mood currently: real low.