Cried Out Loud.

I felt exploited, that's why I broke.

Many incidents piled up throughout the week.
With the mounting stress that increases every minute, I know I'm bound to cry...
I just didn't expect to cry that hard.

Monday.
Dissapointment over dinner conversation.

2004 incident was.. indescribable.
It was really an eye-opener of how words can truly insult, hurt and mess up one's mind.

I can joke around, play around, being teased, made fun.
BUT there's gotta be a line somewhere between joking and "harrassing".
I must distance myself because I don't like the way I'm treated now.
Don't mistake my friendliness as a way to walk all over me.
You can don't treat me as a girl, but at least respect me!

I am glad for those frens who were there on monday night to comfort me.
The one who ask me to go home from lwn and sleep it off. =)
The knock on my door at midnight plus and the snacks..
The "are you oks?"
The SMS at 1 saying you're willing to help me for study.
The SMS at 1+ asking for lunch the next day..
The encouragements from my GL...

I think God answered my cry by sending them to me, making me feel I still have a point here.
=)

Thank you to my Dad too, for always listening to my cry and giving me advice and strength.
Sorry for always taking it the wrong way Mom. I wish things were as simple as when I was little and I'm living in my own bubble.


I.AM.NOT.GIVING.UP.JUST.YET!!