我好恨，好恨我自己。
我好希望我根本就不活在这世界上。
这么多人因我而受伤害。
是时候我该停止这一切了。
不，我不会再让多一人心碎了。
放心吧。
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As I took each child-like step along the corridor, the ticklish smell of paint would come running towards my nose, making me want to sneeze any moment. Even though the walls were already painted at least 3 days ago, the smell of paint still lingers around the whole house, refusing, unwilling to go. Maybe that was why I didn't see many mosquitoes lately. I don't know. I really don't know.

It was only today then I've realised that I have always been so negative since Secondary school life. Every thought, action, word of mine was so hurting, pricking, and unpleasant. Honestly, if a situation arises out of nowhere, the first thought that comes to my mind would be so colourless. I would say that 60%, no, 70% of my thoughts were unenthusiastic. It happens so frequent that it melted into my daily life, forming a habit. I also believe it was why I was able to form many antagonistic words. Perhaps.

Being negative was already bad enough, what's worse is my senselessness. I would just blurt out whatever is on my mind, without thinking, even for 5 whole seconds. Same goes for my actions. Yes, I'm sure that was why I made so many innocent people heartbroken. Many a times I would sit myself down and reflect on me, myself, I, but they don't seem to work. I didn't seem to make any improvements, still like before, standing on the same point on the ground. It is why I prefer to be by myself, or to put it simply, isolate myself, so that I will not inflict pain on anyone else anymore. Little did I realise that I was still hurting my friends who cared about me. See, I am still so senseless after all. Sigh.

Negative + Senselessness = Disaster

Looking at those fresh coats of paint, they didn't make me feel refreshed, and instead, lonely. A wave of loneliness would sweep over me whenever I gaze at them. Sigh. It must my retribution. I am sure.

I'm sorry for all I have done. I'm sincerely sorry. Please forgive me.

我好恨，好恨我自己。
我好希望我根本就不活在这世界上。
这么多人因我而受伤害。
是时候我该停止这一切了。
不，我不会再让多一人心碎了。
放心吧。
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Edit/:
As I took each child-like step along the corridor, the ticklish smell of paint would come running towards my nose, making me want to sneeze any moment. Even though the walls were already painted at least 3 days ago, the smell of paint still lingers around the whole house, refusing, unwilling to go. Maybe that was why I didn't see many mosquitoes lately. I don't know. I really don't know.

It was only today then I've realised that I have always been so negative since Secondary school life. Every thought, action, word of mine was so hurting, pricking, and unpleasant. Honestly, if a situation arises out of nowhere, the first thought that comes to my mind would be so colourless. I would say that 60%, no, 70% of my thoughts were unenthusiastic. It happens so frequent that it melted into my daily life, forming a habit. I also believe it was why I was able to form many antagonistic words. Perhaps.

Being negative was already bad enough, what's worse is my senselessness. I would just blurt out whatever is on my mind, without thinking, even for 5 whole seconds. Same goes for my actions. Yes, I'm sure that was why I made so many innocent people heartbroken. Many a times I would sit myself down and reflect on me, myself, I, but they don't seem to work. I didn't seem to make any improvements, still like before, standing on the same point on the ground. It is why I prefer to be by myself, or to put it simply, isolate myself, so that I will not inflict pain on anyone else anymore. Little did I realise that I was still hurting my friends who cared about me. See, I am still so senseless after all. Sigh.

Negative + Senselessness = Disaster

Looking at those fresh coats of paint, they didn't make me feel refreshed, and instead, lonely. A wave of loneliness would sweep over me whenever I gaze at them. Sigh. It must my retribution. I am sure.

I'm sorry for all I have done. I'm sincerely sorry. Please forgive me.