Well. You know those days when you feel like you should neck yourself? Right now, that's me.

I would run away, if I had enough money. But I don't, and where would I go anyway? How would I live with myself; I can barely like myself now.

You know, this reminds me of something that happened just recently. There was this girl, her name was Della. It had been a while since we'd talked, so this was totally out of the blue.

"You destroyed my life. I hope you're happy." That's what she said, but it was in Indonesian so I had to put it through Google translator to know that.

God knows I don't know why.

So the next day, I write back and say, "F you, I'm cutting my losses. After today it'll be like I never existed, because you'll never hear from me again." But I dont say f, I say what it stands for.

And that was that.