Lorddd, only after this mandarin CA test was practically over, had I the courage to update since last night, which was desperate.

School was all I say perfectly fine until after recess. I shan't confessed cause it my affects this person views. Dillon make me smile again with all the tetchy disturbance. That causes my mood to uplift. Lol, Dillon, thanks-indirectly.

God, I don't know what I'm writing anymore. A compound of rubbish.
Well, actually, having this blog existed in the first place was to be as honest as possible of my feelings. But I failed that part, cause I've been going around lying how I felt. Never want to assert myself like Mia in PD had. True right, my feelings have worth. But how much can it worth but consecutively getting hurt.
Blov-vers, you won't understand.
Even if reading this feels likes a total bummer of nonsensical rubbish to you, then maybe you're few in those millions who was fortunate enough to have the beautifull life all along your 14years.

Not me. Not yet. I guess. By the time, I reached 14, I felt the neglect of warmth and trust from he, she, them. Yes, I can look all happy on the outside, wearing a mask, but who knows what this puny little feeling condense into sadness.

Even the person, I depend most, heads aside. Sighs.

For a person like me, is there still ceased warmth, which I yearned for? Preferably, not, I guess. It was bad enough pathetic was the word, but does it means ending the world. Absolute no. Sigh, whardd a life am I leading for.

P.S. Specifically for Zena's reference, for whom has been asking me what is OHM, when initially it's spelt as O.O.M.A., its an abbreviation for Object Of My Affection. Don't ask why what it means. Full stop.