i just fought with my dadsaster for a million times.
i dont know. i feel awful. i feel like telling but not in a real life. so bloggy, this is your job.
i feel like shit. i know it's a sin. i know.
but.. i dont know. i try to prevent it but my head is just as rock as him.
plus, i am tired.
i feel shitty. i dont know how long we have to hurt each other.
i wanna cry. may i?