went to police carnival. sigh. nothing's right. sat two times of that crazy surf thing. the ride was rather long compared to that of last year. it wasn't as scary. in fact, i even laughed at atiqa, who wanted to go to the toilet in the middle of the ride. and it was hilarious that des was screaming so happily. hmmm. i wanted to scream. but found no voice in me. the carnival's very much quieter this year. after our meal, we headed for home. i wanted my friends to be there so much. but please. do i even have friends. i'm just a selfish brat. it's my fault. it has never been yours.
the problem seemed to lie on me. the blame has always been pushed to me. but wat if this time, it ain't my fault. wat if just this one time, you're the one whose wrong and i'm right.. sigh. but for this thing to happen, i have only myself to blame. argh. stop this contradiction. just get straight to the point. you do not dislike me. you DETEST me. for causing you all these pain. you know i will only hate myself more. if you blame her for this. and whoever outsider who thinks they know everything, well. you do not know anything. i'm disappointed with you. i thought you were my friend. wait. do i have even a friend? rights. no one bothers listening. cynthia, atiqa and des were the only ones who bother listening from our side of the story.