i seriously dunno how n when will all de quarrelling stops. it's damn sickening. not as if i wanted it to happen. nobody wans it. i fucking noe. but nobody can stop it also. sometimes, i dunno wad i'm living fer anymore. i felt so empty inside me. nth to tink abt, nth to be happie abt. seriously nth. wadeva dat is inside me is all de scenes of us quarrelling, shouting n screaming at each other. wonder when all tis will stop. we seem to be quarrelling everyday. ytd, today, perhaps tml too. jus dat dunno wad's de topic on. u said u r sick of it, den wad abt me? ur mum says, ur mum says. ha. i dunno when u hav become ur mummy's boy. dunno y u can go out whole day wif ur frens, walking abt, but when i ask u to walk me to de mrt station, all i get frm u is "lata my mum scold." wadeva. ur mum's gonna be wif u foreva.. she's gona be ur wife, she's gonna hav *** wif u, she's gonna give birth to ur child, she's gonna pls u in anyway u like. =) den marry ur mum, not me! i'm so sick n tired of "my mum says..", "lata my mum scold..". can god jus take me away? pls.. i beg u. god, pls take me away wif u.. i'm sure i wouls be betta off living wif de angels n u. at least dere's no MY MUM over dere. n after every quarrel it will ended up in "i still love u alot. sori dear." wad's de point of saying all tis if u freaking dun mean wad u say? after all de mushy talk den it'll be de start of another quarrel again.. so can someone tell me wad's de point of keep reassurring de love? can someone like enlighten me a lil bit? somehow i wish i was born a male. so dat i would nv hav de chance to be taken advantage of. i can be like a bustard, a casanova, hav all de gurls dat i wan n play wif them a my fingertips. u can call me a bustard fer all i care. so wad? y ppl can liddat i cannot?

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