"feelings".

i'm so sad.

really.

once again, it's because i'd thought of something so tiny that it's almost considerably upset for no reason at all.

why am i being like this?

i keep hearing the douchebag's voice in my head, pleading over and over again; "bee. bee, bangun, bee. please bangun, bee." i don't know if it's a memory or a dream, but it's there. his voice is there. stuck in my head. and because of this, i've been crying non-stop since just now.

i need someone to hold me now please. seriously. someone, call me my foster brother please.