Ulcer.

I'm down.

I have no strength to laugh or cry.

I have no mood to argue with you.

I'm diagnosed to get ulcer.

Painful.Struggling.

I wish to cry.Cry out loud and Off from here.

Yesterday onwards I did not call you as my brother anymore.
I know you dont like me and the only day I can sit on the same table with you..sunday.No matter how you dont like me its fine cause I have no right to ask you to like me as your sis.I know how much you wish to choke me and get off from your life.

Sorry to said I have no ability and afford to walk on without parents.

I wont talk.I wont scream.I wont yell and I wont make a noise in front of you.

I know I'm going to die soon.

Happy now.

No medicine will cure.

FUCK YOU !

Nobody understands me.

In pain now..chronic gastric pain.Heartache.