...Yeah.

I'm on this trip for another 7 weeks.

So far, my tablet's already been broken.
But that's okay.
It can be repaired, right?

What about my heart?

A guy asked me out. He chatted me up and pretended he liked me.
For once in my life I felt like someone actually cared about me.
He dumped me a few hours later.
He did it in front of 80 other people.
He laughed.
He enjoyed it.
Told me he'd never go for me.
Told me NOBODY would.
Told me I was set up.

Been teased.
About my hair colour.
About my face.
About my (so-called) ex.


Who can I go to for some love?

My housemates push me around.
Tell me what to do.
Whine about me when I'm around and bitch about me when I'm not.
I hear them talking about me.
I hear it through the walls.
Everyone ELSE has a room-mate.

Not me.


I'm breaking.
Dieing inside.
Nobody to go to.


My parents are more than 4 hours car trip away.


We are not permitted to leave the campus.


Time goes by so slowly here.
A day goes for two.
My torture goes for double as long.
The pain is elongated.


Trapped in depression's tendrils.
Caught in pain and misery.



I'm sorry for this emo bullcrap.
I'm in so much pain though.
I had to talk to someone.
It's pretty sad (No offense) that I have to turn to people on the OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD, who I will probably never meet, for some support.

Don't you think?


I just want some love. It's not that much to ask, is it?

If you've actually read all of this EMO BULLCRAP, I'm very greatful. <3


7 more weeks...