she shut her eyes, hoping that everything was a dream. yet it was still there, staring right through her. she can't believed what she did. her life story is something that no one else had heard before. her stories will make you shiver in your seat.
at times, she closes her eyes after the door shut tight, and wished with all her might that it was just a nightmare. a nightmare when she's not dreaming. i always hoped that she'll be brave cos she is, in my eyes. i always hoped that her dreams would come true but she once told me that dreams are just for the night, but i didn't believe her and i don't think she even believe herself.

she tried and tried to remain calm and to be patient with what GOD was testing her. she tried and tried to remain strong and overcome the obstacles positioned to bring her down. she thought that slitting would bring joy back to her life, yet she was sadly mistaken. her dreams were crushed by a single failure and teh courage she had tried to build, crumbled to small pieces. she tried doing silly stuffs like running away but she was always back to square one. people thought that she was just an attention-seeker, a fucktard no less. they didn't know that they were actually hurting her pride and her confidence. she tried to smile when she see others, yet her frown just wouldn't turn.
she wants her life to turn around and she wants her dreams to come true. her dad was abusive and her mum a drunkard. it was the other way around when it came with her family. she didn't live with her family at all. she lived with her grandmother, her only source of comfort. when her grandmother died, and her life became waste. she ran away from home. she was beginning to know her true friends. those people that she slacked with, was definitely not her true friends. they just wanted her cos she provides them with ciggs. true friends begin to take note of her problem and adviced her to stay strong. she thinks that they're also fakes and trusted her stupid instinct. she made new friends and learnt new things.
she drown her sorrows in the most bitter thing, beer. she drown her sorrows like someone who is dehydrated. she took new stuffs which was pretty alien to her; drugs. a guy came to her, when she was drunk, wanting more than just friends. simple pleasure.
did she give in or did she fight? you decide.



this is fiction okeh pple.
this isn't true.
give me your comments please. =)