I am on the edge of giving up.

Today,I was so damn excited.Because so many people said Justin Bieber is coming to Singapore.So after school,I was the first person out of class.I wanted to be there at the airport as early as possible.Which my dad was stuck in a jam,I had a massive panic attack,I didn't want to this chance.People call me stupid each time,I scream or cry or just by going crazy over Justin.You know how many times,I tried to ignore all of the hate I get for loving Justin?

Sometimes,I want his merch I try to save my own money to buy them.I don't want to like ask for money like I feel guilty doing that most of the time.I sometimes starve myself for days just to buy merch and suffer later on.People just seem to not understand my love for him.I DON'T GET IT AT ALL,I feel like I'm just one against one big world who mostly hates me,I just deserve to die don't I?My self-esteem just drops and drops even lower day after day.but guess what I act tough.I act gangster and more people hates me.I FUCKING HATE LIFE.Sometimes,I stare at my poster and say "I guess you are the last and only person who loves me.Keep being Justin,keep making music.I love you and I live for you,just you"

it started when I saw him on youtube as kidrauhl.I fell in love with him,for him being him.I go to school,I tell them about him and the respond I got? "You stupid?Why do you just fall in loce with a boy online?"Back then,maybe if you call me stupid,I am fine.I didn't care.As I get older,I was in P4.I regret what I did that year.I blame myself till today.I wanted to be popular so badly,I hide my feelings,I swallowed my pride.I pretend I never ever liked Justin.I HATED MYSELF SO MUCH!What made it worst was,because me and my "best friend"likes the same guy.My mom went to threaten her to never ever talk to me again.The next morning,I wanted to talk to someone but guess what??Everyone avoided me.

In P5,I told myself.So what if I get hated?!I don't care?!I love Justin,it's a fact!I'm not hiding.Since no one talks to me,why try so hard?I have one big problem.My parents....they are so fucking full of themselves.They always believed in "Love no one but yourself"Well,obviously I got bullied for loving Justin."People call me fat,ugly,useless,faggot,trash,gay lover"and anything mean.I also like a guy in my class(which to present I haven't gotten over).He avoided me.I hated myself so much,one day after tuition.I bought a penknife,went to McDonalds' toilet and cut the crap out of myself.I hide.As much as possible but now its just not anywhere near possible to hide,imagine my whole left arm,stomach and thighs are just full of long,deep scars across.I cut whenever I'm sad,deoressed,lonely,ignored,misunderstood,angry,disappointed or just hate myself so much.i cry to sleep,i purposely hurt myself just to feel the pain.i punch the walls and get bruises all over my knuckles which sometimes it hurts so bad i cant even use my hand to write or text.

Yesterday,someone said Fredo and Justin was at the airport.I wanted to go,but my mom chained up the doors.We got into a huge arguement.For the second time ever,she called Justin a b*****d.I hated her so fucking much,I trashed her work,refuse to talk to her and hours later I just took a few things and left home until my bro and grandma begged for me to go back.Justin is more than an idol to me.He is my lifesaver.More like my life support.She doesn't understand my love for him.

Now,I have problem with hell lot of people.But today was just terrible.After like what 6years,I thought I could finally see Justin like in person.I waited for hours,he never appeared.He told us to Never Say Never.He wanted us to Believe.I did,but I just get dosappointed each time.I want to give up,but I'm not willing to.I might not have a chance to see him this time and I just want to die right now.

2hours ago,I was just sitting in my room stoning with a penknife and a bottle of pills.I lifted the knife,I wanted to cut but I suddenly remember Emily.Emily hates it when I cut,she ever made me promise I won't cut for a week.I tried so hard and I succeeded.I put the knife down and picked up the bottle of pill but I stopped there.I was thinking if I end right here,right now.I have 100% of not being able to meet Justin ever again.

right now,I am just blogging hoping I will just not think of all the dying and cutting at least for a while.

Stop judging me

I hate how people look at me and say "You are stupid.Only stupid people cut."

Let me get this straight,you think I wanna have all those scars for you to despise?You think I wanna hear all those words from you?You have no idea how much that few words that fly out of you can cause.Because you haven't gone through what I have.Have your mom ever confront your best friend and tell them to never go near you ever again or else she will do something to them?Have you ever tried waking up in the morning,going to school having so much to tell your best friend and all they tell you is "Get lost.I don't wanna talk to you ever again." and the next thing you know is that the whole class doesn't talk to you.Have you ever tried having classmates calling you names,saying you are ugly,fat,useless,stupid,retarded,disfigured?You haven't tried all this torture....

You dont know me,so stop judging me ok?!You don't know the hate I have for myself,you don't know how it feels to have loved someone for 2 years and all you get was a relationship of 9days.You don't know how it feels when everyone have high expectations of you but you can't reach it.You don't how it feels when everyone wants you to go to all those "good" schools till you have no FLYING FUCK idea what you want.

Think before you judge us,we have our story,we have our pains.SHUT UP and back off.