Home sour home. So you will never trust me. Think I'm screwing around. Well if I'm actually screwing around, I'd be pregnant with some stupid guy who'd say "that's not my baby". You want me to come home everyday after school and study to make sure your $5000 won't go to waste. So you won't care if i crack under pressure? One day papa, I'll erupt. Nothing i do is ever good enough. Some day, I'll do better than you in life. Then you'll tell me you're happy.
School was ok. I sat right in the front. Was hyper even though i felt like crying. So i understand Mr. Jailani's class better and i like his class. Makes me want to study different cultures. Marketing was absolutely boring. Moved to the back, couldn't risk Mr. Yeo asking me questions and i also wanted to eat. What do you know, didn't even concentrate in class. Kept talking and eating. I understand better if i read than the teacher teaching. So yeah, This group of people come in class ( their not from my class) keep talking and the Indian girl keeps staring at my table like some B*. Took a bus home.
Smear The pain, diverts you to something else. I know why people do it now. Drastic but high. You see the life in you oozing out and you know, you know you're real. Pink parallel lines leave marks. Never thought I'd actually dare but the pain yesterday was unbearable and something needed to be done. She said that i look like i have the perfect family, close relationships with the family members and all. I told her it's just exterior. Everything is inside, safe and sound. It will come out eventually and it will cause pain to them. Cry and cry like there's no tomorrow.
Purely written from the heart;
Bianca Kallista Kimbel;
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