Stupid frigging counsellor.

I hate her. She has never given me a reason to trust her yet she expects me too. I don't think she knows that when I look at her all I ever want to do is shove a gun up her head and scream bloody murder. URGH. I am SUCH a good actress.

I would have maybe still tolerated that droopy woman if it weren't for the stupid incident last year.Them. WHY? Can u tell me why you did this? Why did they do that to me? Was there more to that than just making my life ruin and shatter?

What they did triggered off my sleeping abilities and my tears. I seriously hate crying. I'll cry at the most weird moments and make up feeble excuses for it. remember the arena?
How could I not when they were there??? Made me feel so small and helpless again... Sorry Yingbin but I seriously disagree. Mixed schools is definitely better. when you're being bitched about, at least half the school won't be able to give you bitchy looks.

They SAY they were helping me but there's this feeling deep down inside that is wielding a gun and a knife and I don't know whether it's meant for me or them. But there is one confirmed feeling however: Disappointment. Can people ever stop disappointing me? last year it was pretty much the class. Before was my parents and my teachers. That horrible meeting did me more harm than good. It left my heart in pieces and I can NEVER trust anyone again. I had difficulting joining contests because of the constant fear that I am being judged and rejected. Taken advantaged of. Name your pick. I really cannot take any more rejection please please please please

They say promises were meant to be broken. You know what? I think friendships are too.

You know there are various ways in which I can take revenge on-- but I won't sink to that level. When I see your face I just forgive you again and again. But when you are away I would hate everything you did that day- the way you walked, talked and the way you chewed your food. Then there are only four words in my mind- Fuck the fuck off.

Do you know what I've been through? My mom yelled at me after finding out what happened at the counsellors' and she was worried about the fact that you two might SUE ME. -'coz you're all rich hags and all- there I was screaming and begging at her knees to not tell my dad what happened coz I am afraid he would beat me up again with his horrendous belt. She agreed to not tell but she never trusted me again afterwards. Or she gave up hope. I dunno. But after that she began telling my brother to never end up like me when he grew older or she would dote on him when she thinks I am sound asleep. I have problems sleeping. I know everything that happens around me. You pretty much destroyed a little of my family, too, guys. Do me a favor-never "help" me out again.

I have another meeting with your darling counsellor after the march hols.

I hope you are happy with your final, sweet revenge.

I'm starting to have this image of the counsellor , bloodied from the head to the bottom, crawling towards me with a fatal gunshot wound to the head. Guess who's the holder? Me? No. I am not like that. But when I look closer, it IS me.

Then I wake up.

Can I still sue them her???