Chequie,

Today is the worst day of my life.

I feel like going up to the highest storey and flung myself down. Commit suicide. If committing suicide isn't sinful or painful, I would have done that long time ago.

Their words hurt me so much like my heart being impaled by strong, sharp poles. My eyes stung, I cried badly in the room alone and blasted the music to drown my sorrows.

I truly madly deeply hate them.