One moment, I am happy prozac girl talking in fast-foward mode; another moment, I am depressed, kneeling in a corner crying.
One moment, I fall in love with robot; another moment, I wish for no one else but he who didn’t want me.
Why don’t you like me anymore? It took me so long to finally come to terms. Don’t you like it when I do my accents? When I put on a show for you pretending to be blanglah, german, CHinese and all those crazy characters?
With you, I am complete. I can be me, and till the end, know that you love me for me. You don’t think we can work something out. But you said you will never leave me.
This whole episode is insane. I am a loose screw. I laugh hysterically till I cry. I can’t stop. I can’t stop crying.
I cut off my mind to numb myself. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel. I just don’t know what to do if I think or feel. I tell myself, I am happy so I become happy.
There is no one better than you. You’ll never find someone madder than me. There’s no one who will love my madness but you. We were perfect.
We fit perfectly. You were my missing puzzle. Now you only left me puzzled.
I am a paranoid, biting down my fingernails. I molested robot for no reason at all, the moment was right. I told a total stranger all about myself. I am hysterical. I am calm. I am erratic. I am soft-spoken. I have tears and my heart is bleeding. There’s no one to go home to.
What horrible wound you inflicted on me. I hate you. I can’t live without you. I don’t function well when you don’t want me. I am broken. Please fix me…