I wished you knew that I understand.
That I’m not some little girl anymore.
I know how ugly and tough the world is.
You don’t have to keep trying to protect me.
I know that life isn’t easy,well,neither are a lot of things.
But I love you. It’s not hard to understand that.
You’re me,and I’m you.
We’re each other. Our blood runs through each other’s veins.
I need you to understand that I feel angry with myself too.
Not because I lost it,but because by losing it,it affected you too.
I wish you could see that.

I have a million reasons why we couldn’t be together.
1. I hate the way you talk to me,as though I’m incapable of understanding.
2. Sometimes,when you talk to me. It sounds as though you already think we’re together.
3. I sometimes hate the way you smell.
4. I hate feeling your breathe on me.
5. You’re just not the one.
6. I’d rather be alone sometimes.
7. I hate it when you sit next to me and expect me to talk.
8. I hate it when you speak your mind,without considering my feelings.
9. I hate the way you mainly talk about yourself.
10. I hate it when you touch me.
11. I hate it when you try too hard.
12. I hate it when you think you have me all figured out.
13. I hate the fact that you think we’d be perfect together.
14. I hated it when you constantly message me.
15. I hate it when you talk about other guys who like me.
16. I hate it when you call me a nerd.
17. I hate it when you insult my sign language reading skills.
18. I really hate it when you keep sitting next to me (I know I said it already)
19. I hate it when you take things too seriously.
20. I hate it when you think that you’re the only thing that’s on my mind.
21. I hate it when you’re such a hypocrite.

I have many other reasons.
But I’m lazy to type.

I am addicted to Super Junior.
It’s really bad.
I’m shrugging off studying just to watch them,or read about them.
I am so in love.

I’m rather sick of playing these games,
aren’t you?

You know what? Fuck. I had enough of this shit.
Do you hate me? Seriously.
My own mother. You.
You just don’t seem to get it,do you?
What? You don’t think I tried?
You think I want to be like this?
Right,cause I’m just some sad little girl who wants everyone to take pity on me.
If that’s the person you think I am,then really,you have no idea who the fuck I am.
Your own daughter. I’ve been through so much shit with you.
Do you have any idea how many times in the last 16 years I have locked myself in a room,crying? Well. Obviously not.
You think I’m just some fucking spoiled brat don’t you?
A lazy ass. A dumb girl. You know you don’t have to say those things for me to know what you think about me.

You’re my fucking mother for crying out loud.
You don’t even know the impact your words have on me.
You know,if some stranger or someone else told me I was stupid,it wouldn’t have matter that much,because they don’t know me all that well cause they didn’t have 16 years,like you.
But you,my own mother,calls me stupid. I spent 16 years with you,and you call me stupid. Obviously I get upset and cry right? My fucking feelings are hurt.
What? Did you except me to just sit there and stare at a wall because I’m a fucking robot who is incapable of feelings?

I love you. So much.
But you hurt me,more than anything ever has.

xxx.
K.

What up?

I want you,I want you so bad.

Your Working Style

You have a great deal of warmth, but may not show it until you know a person well. You keep your warm side inside, like a fur-lined coat. When you are care, you care deeply, but are more likely to show your feeling by deeds rather than words. You are very faithful to duties and obligations related to things or people you care about.

You take a very personal approach to life, judging everything by your inner ideals and personal values. You stick to your values with passionate conviction, but can be influenced by someone you care deeply about. Although your inner loyalties and ideals govern your lives, you find these hard to talk about. Your deepest feelings are seldom expressed; your inner tenderness is masked by quiet reserve.

In everyday activities you are tolerant, open-mind, flexible, and adaptable. If one of your inner loyalties is threatened, though, you will not give and inch. You usually enjoy the present moment, and do not like to spoil it by rushing to get thing done. You have little wish to impress or dominate. The people you prize the most are those who take the time to understand your values and the goals you are working toward.

You are interested mainly in the realities brought to you by your senses, both inner and outer. You are apt to enjoy fields where taste, discrimination, and a sense of beauty and proportion are important. You have a special love of nature and a sympathy with animals. You often excel in craftsmanship and the work of your hands is usually more eloquent than words.

You are twice as good when working at a job that you believe in, since your feeling adds energy to your efforts. You see the needs of the moment and try to meet them. You want your work to contribute to something that matters to you— human understanding, happiness, or health. You want to have a purpose beyond your paycheck, no matter how big the check. You are perfectionists whenever you deeply care about something, and are particularly suited for work that requires both devotion and a large measure of adaptability.

The problem for you is that you may feel such a contrast between your inner ideals and your actual accomplishments that you may burden yourself with a sense of inadequacy. This can be true even when you are being as effective as others. You take for granted anything you do well and are the most modest of all the types, tending to underrate and understate yourself.

It is important for you to find practical ways to express your ideals; otherwise you will keep dreaming of the impossible and accomplish very little. If you find no actions to express your ideal, you can become too sensitive and vulnerable, with dwindling confidence in life and in yourself. Actually, you have much to give and need only to find the spot where you are needed.

Good morning