This week has been really, really stressful. Depressing, it also was. I hate the fact that September came up with a terrible news, which is not winning for something you expected in weeks. I hate the fact that I have a great book lost and still not found, including that stupid, depressing notebook in Social that is terribly needed for clearance. I hate the fact that dwegsters is not okay… or maybe it is only me who suffers the pain. I hate feeling alone, unappreciated, an outcast. That feeling when people are only asking for you when they need you. When people are looking down on you, as if you are the muddy ground they’re playfully standing at. I’m sick of being not enough. The one who tried but never got on top. The one who smiled but felt ignored. 

I don’t want these things. But I have to take these.

God, be with me. Don’t leave me.