Ive gone mad. Raving mad. Mom's crying in the kitchen. Me in my room frantically finding a knife to slice my ears off. STOP CRYING!!! ARGHH GODAMNIT!! IVE GOT MY WORK TO DO!

I've got my work to do.

Last night I didnt sleep. Went to Macdonalds. Stayed overnight there. Did a lot. I think. Went home at 7am. Slept. Woke up at 2pm. Slept again till 5pm.

And now, mom's crying. Mentally ill, bored housewife. I wonder how her life is like.

Well, my life sucks.



My head is a tangled mess. Muscles around my neck keep tightening in a pulsating manner. She's quietened down and now i feel better.

The whining has started again.

I have lived with her for 18 years. I have learnt to be patient all my life. But now...I dont know. When I was in primary 5....I nearly died. When I was in sec 3...I nearly died. Both by murder.



I feel so fucked right now, that I can just go on a murder spree. I have a feeling that right after I press "publish post", the police and a bunch of counsellours and psychiatrists would arrive at my door and take me away.





But I dont need all that.
I just need a knife.
To slice my ears off.