I hate my life.
I hate this.
Everything changed, things changed, even my point of view of people changed.
I couldn't handle this, I couldn't stand it anymore.
I can't just keep quiet and pretend to know nothing.
But what should I do?
I can't approach him and tell him I know what he'd done, I know everything.
However, I couldn't stand him fake innocent face in front of me!
When I was young, I always thought I have a happy family, a family which everyone is dying to have.
But now I realize I was wrong, so wrong.
What kind of family is this?
I don't even call this a family, I couldn't even name it.
When I see families hanging out happily, the feeling of loneliness and depression grow even stronger.
Is this what a 16-year-old girl should suffer from?
I don't know.
I don't know what else can I do except for writing out everything here.
I've got no one to tell, or more accurately, I couldn't tell anyone about this.
When will all these end?
No, these wouldn't end, these will last forever, and things will never be like before anymore.
Fuck my life.