That strang girl is me

Anyway, I think I will be getting many premature wrinkles soon. I suspect very much that I'm going through a stage called the teenage menopause. I tend to get very very irked by things. Even very trifle matters. If you really know me last time, and you truly know me now, you would be surprised and totally baffled by the major changes in me.

In primary school, I was a really happy-go-out girl. I smile all day, shared everything, not giving a damn about what people think about me. That's how I used to live life the way I should. No negative thoughts, no pesky bitch fights, no hatred. Life was real good for me then.

But now? I still do laugh. Not as often though. I can't stand the thought of someone borrowing my stuff for more than five times. I constantly worry about other people's opinion. I'm bitter. I have many suicidal thoughts. Vulgarities could just flow out of my mouth like river. My mind is often clouded with angry thoughts. Day and night, I'm so filled with suppressed hatred for nothing in particular. I really miss the old me. But I know, nothing will ever be the same.

With love,
SQ