Isn't it amazing how the more you mention something, the more immune/ignorant people are to it?

At this point no one even takes me seriously anymore. So why I should take my life seriously?

Warning: Extremely depressing shit ahead.

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I wish I wasn't so fat. I wish I wasn't so ugly. I wish I wasn't so. Me. I'd rather be anyone else. Just not me. It stings to be around people who are so much prettier, skinnier, smarter, better, more talented. What are you, Valerie? Nothing but a weak girl. You can't act. You can't sing. Your dancing is shit. You can't speak. You can't do sports. You're shit at studies. You're nothing. You hear me? This is your alter-ego speaking. You're nothing to anyone. Never will be. No one's ever going to love you. All the friends you have now, they'll leave eventually. That's the problem with you. You assume too much. And who gets disappointed in the end? You. Who else? This is what happens when you get too close to people, expect too much from them, assume they should live by your rules. You shouldn't be complaining of suffocation, or lack of love. You're the one who should make an effort to make the friendship last. Because let's face it. You're fat. You're ugly. You're stupid. No one will ever love you. That's why you cut yourself, isn't it? That's why you starved yourself, isn't it? Because you're nothing, and you want to make something out of yourself. But no one loves you, Valerie. No one. Your mother left you. Your father doesn't love you anymore. Your family hates you. God knows about your friends. You can't expect too much from them now, can you? Look at you, you sorry creature. You can't even control your tears. Who are you to assume you really have the strong armour you always thought you had, and prided yourself on?
Nobody loves you, Valerie. Wake up. You're stupid, fat, disgusting and ugly. That's all you'll ever be.

Ugly ugly ugly.

My height and weight is really starting to get to me.

Fuck.

I'm so disappointed in myself.

I made such a joke out of myself.

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I'm mad at you, just so you know.

If you still care, try actually replying me for once.

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Hey Valerie Ng. You're a joke.

Did you hear that?

YOU'RE A JOKE.

I love the design of the 3S2B class tee.

But the colours are so fugly I want to burn the whole fucking thing.

"They call us bitches, but that's okay. We don't care.

It just means we're stronger than the rest."

You want the truth?

It's unlikely I'll live past 30 with my current lifestyle.

Seemin just dropped a fucking bombshell on me about debate.

Knn. Yuan1 jia1 lu4 zai3.