When I quiet down, I look outside my window and stare at the sky. The sky is like a face. It brings out sun when is nice. It brings out the rain when it's sad. It brings out thunder when it's moody.
I wish I don't exist.
This Saturday, I was upset that my brother called me lazy. I thought staying in queens will make me happier and calmer but it gave me more stress.
On Sunday, my mom were yelling at me for buying so much snacks. Yelling at me for every little things.
I hide in my room and hoping this world ends my life today. So my brain dies down and I don't have to cry no more.
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