#500 ; Danielle is going crazy again

Well, my 500th post should be a happy post but at the end of the day, it decided to become a emo post. Yep. I am being a crazy bitch yesterday. In fact, including today I am being a crazy bitch. Hah. So I have a lot of things to share but I think it's best if I just CTRL + V and CTRL + C to here about my craziness over here. I need to vent. Maybe I might vent more. At the end of the day, it's always me and my own emo world. Eh. I don't want to say much cos talking never helps. Typing to myself is way much better. Hah. I am becoming a bloody victim again. So much for being me. Hah.

~~~~~This post is what I typed in Dayre~~~~~
My companion during gloomy + happy days b'coz I wanted to save my 500th post for Blogger when I got the mood but in the end, it decided to be a depressing emo post. Maybe a not happy post. HAH.

I am pissed because my mooncake went missing.
I am pissed because my mooncake disappear without a notice.
I am pissed because she keep complaining.
I am pissed because my menses is not here.
I am pissed because no one cares about me.
I am pissed because my dog has been eating food that he shouldn’t in front of me.
I am pissed because I am feeling unwanted.
I am pissed because I am feeling unloved.
I am pissed because I got scolded when I was just in a hurry home.
I am pissed because no one care

Who cares when I die?
Who cares when I need a ear?
Who cares when I am alone?
Who cares when I cry?
Who cares when I worry alot?
Who cares when I am upset?
Who cares when I need a hug?
Who cares when I want to spend money?
Who cares when I do shopping?
Who cares when I am moody?
Who cares when I am sick?
Who cares when I give a suggestion?
Who cares when I am lonely?
Who cares when I am always the one who listen?
Who the fuck cares my feelings? 

I am angry, tired, sick, restless, moody, irritated, annoyed, sad, emo, crazy. Whatever one can think of! No one cares, no one bother, no one able to reach out, no one at all. Only care about the world but not me. I feel so leftout. What can I do about that unspeakable feelings? Who gives a damn shit? No one! Even my dog don’t get it. Only I get it, I know what I am feeling. I hate sharing. I hate talking it out. I hate everything that is in my mind now.

Abnormal bleeding or what. Who gives a fuck! I am becoming a terrifying person. Really? I didn’t know that. I am the only one that don’t know what’s wrong with me. My stove, my house, everything.. I have to suck it up and accept with whatever that comes. I give a silly comment, I am the stupid one. I get scolding. Who cares! Who bothers! I feel like an emotional aunty being all crybaby! I am nothing but a crybaby! Hahahahaha. I should really cry all I want. Who gives a donkey fuck about me? 没人! 

I realize I forget what it is liked to be important. I was then it wasn’t there anymore. I just need to vent it out or else I will never get past this! I am not being cared anyways. I am not caring, not bothering, not thinking, not wishing for anything. I am just in my corner. I maybe should really go back home be in my own room and not be disturbed! That’s the best damn feeling ever! I forget, you cry here, no one cares! Even he doesn’t care! I am the mofo who is alone here.

我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。我不知道。

I am the happiest dork in the world. HAHAHAHAHA.