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Meet Clumsy.
Diya, 1704.
seventeen and clumsy.
No guys, you can't stop my music.
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Chapter 156.
Sunday, April 14, 2013, 12:15 AM

Really? Your trust in me is that low? I don't understand why am I living and breathing right now. You should really dump me somewhere I swear. You don't deserve such a sore loser like me. You know, I'm turning 17 this year. Seventeen. Yet you cut my wings for me to fly. Yes I'm a girl, so? I know how to take care of myself. I know what's right and what's wrong. If you're not gonna trust me, then I don't know what to do, I don't know why I'm living in this cruel world. You want to arrange my life according to your wants. Never will you take my opinions into consideration. How long you're gonna be like this? Forever? Whenever I tried to say my opinion, you'll say I talk back, how rude I am, and blaming my friends teaching me all this shit. Fuck. Th reason I've been keeping quiet all along. You're not gonna listen anyway. Nothing I do is right. Like today, I came home at 11. It's only 11. And you're like "Tomorrow don't give me shit that you're gonna study outside or whatever." Oh yeah okay, I don't need study la right. Just fail it's okay, and then you'll outrage again blaming me I'm not studying. When are you gonna set me free? Have you ever thought about my feelings? Have you spared a thought on what I want to do? Have you? I don't think so. Thanks for making me realise that I live in a fucking cruel world where my opinion doesn't mean shits. Thanks for not giving me chance on what I want to do. You thought that giving me things and stuffs I want makes me happy. Yeah it does, but it's temporary. For th fact that you've been controlling my life, not giving a fuck about what I want to do, for having such low trust in me hurts more than anything else. It's like you're shooting me with a fucking gun directly pierced through my heart. Really, fuck my life. Thanks for making me cry in th middle of th night, alone in this dark room. Thanks for ruining my day. Thanks, a lot.