I am sorry for hurting you like this.
I am tired of everything.
God, take me away.
6.33PM.
When I held those utensils, I don't mean to show that I was angry.
It just hurt so much inside me I couldn't hold those utensils properly.
I wanted to eat but my heart was bleeding.
I needed to rest my hands on the table and I was holding the utensils tightly because I didn't wanna drop the utensils and make you think I was angry.
At that point of time, if you grab my hands and kissed my forehead or told me to relax myself, I would have done so.
To put it simply, I wanted your understanding.
When you were done cutting with your hair and kept looking at the mirror, U wanted to say something like stop looking le lahz, pretty le lahz ;) .
You know why I always tell you you're cute and pretty even though you often praise yourself so?
Because I think so.
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
Can you hug me now?
And tell me you love me?
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