I don't know who you are any more. You complaint about me a lot lately. You said I push too much. You said you want a healthy relationship.

I know I complaint too much, but now since I can't, I'm just gonna blog.

So many thoughts in my head, it's killing me inside.
I'm hating my family for not trying to understand me.
I HAVE A FUCKED UP LIFE.
I've got no friends, no sister, a fucked up boyfriend. Even though I have my mum, she still wouldn't want to be my sister.
You guys can't mock me everyday without knowing the real sister.

If I'm not a muslim, I would've commit suicide.

I really hate my life. Nothing seems right.
I only have my dad & only him.