I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, it was just that I can’t behave the way I should be. Yeah…I am now under the spirit of alcohol. I can feel the effect of empi running through my veins. But still I can’t deprive my mind from thinking of you.

“Get out! Don’t you ever, ever come back of my house, B*stard!” shouted by my madrasta as she thrown away all my things out of their house, well actually, out of my own house! These words keep on roaming down my ears, (as if I’m playing a song of a pirated cd).

I let my baby live for 3months but there's one thing that pushed me to do an abortion, I don't know what it is. I tried to tell Richard about it, but he just ignore... he said...