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yourstruly,
My name is SAMSON.AXELANDER KO
24THDECEMBER1992 
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009
well,here comes the few days before that fateful day where i am all emo and feeling ever so fucked up.it's been a year.and time flies indeed.i didn't really have fun last year and neither will i this year.i'm beginning to just detest my birthday more and more.you know why,because i hate my parents.the selfish bunch of fucking arseholes.all they think about is themselves.never once considered how i might feel.yes.they may have doted on me.treated me the best among all of their three children.but what is there to be happy about.they made my sisters dislike me because they were bias.i didn't want all this shit and they HAD to 'bestow' that upon me.how unfair can it get.it may have been out of a good cause,but it certainly isn't ending well.all that resulted was me,being the only son,pressurised so much,that i sink into depression,have bi-polar symptoms.and who is to be blamed?me?people always say that i grudge too much, i think too much,asking me to forgive and forget.but for goodness sake,none of you are me.and you never will be.you can try to understand me but no one will.because i am as complicated as anything can get. i actually cry when i see parents with their young children on the streets ;held onto so tightly.the young child's innocence.that is something that i yearn but have already lost.i see the smiles on their faces and i envy them.i had wonderful times when i was young.with my grandfather,with my dad.all that is gone,gone forever.nothing anyone do now can retrieve that.i'm bloody crying right now and it sucks.it really sucks to feel this way.nobody has any idea how much i hate my birthday.17 years ago.on 24thdecember 1992.i came onto this world.here i am 17 years later.cursing the day i was born.people always say that i'm immature, stubborn, childish or what have you.but nobody understands how i feel.they don't understand how much i hate my life.they don't know what i've been deprived of over the years.all they know is to criticize and criticize.is that all i am to everyone?so detestable,un-liked by all?you may say that i'm overly-sensitive.but my senses are seldom wrong.people don't realise how i do not fit in to the society.but when i finally found a group of people whom i thought i could call 'friends',they proved me wrong once again.in this world,i trust no one.this is a world full of lies,secrecy,betrayal,hypocrisy.well at least this is the world i'm living in. but anyway,i will be working on that day.just gonna try to forget all the shit and drama that has been happening.drowning myself in work is better than drowning in alcohol.
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