I feel so damn sad. Entire day was studying of POM which i hav no interest to study at all. & thn comes th Szechuan Charity show tht made me cry like nobody's business. I hate th world. Why do we deserve to live in such am imperfect world? Mother Nature is not doing th right thing. Why is thr such disasters? Like earthquakes and cyclones. Why do we hav to die because of these natural disaters? Why must th children suffer? Why must th parents suffer? Why must thy go through pain and suffering, and yet thy cannot go through it tgt, because one is alive and th other dead. That totally should not be th way. I feel so damn gulity whn th organisations and the donation amounts stream through th bottom of th tv screen. I cant do much. All i did was just a call. I feel like slapping myself. Whts with all th crying? Whn i cant do anything abt it. I dont really like myself for being sympathetic. But thts me. ): I cant change. I was waiting to see Living Faith Church passed by th tv screen, but I only see New Creation Church and another one which I cant rem. I wna make a diff. But how? Im so freaking sad now tht i dont even feel like reading my POM notes. Or doing anything. I just want to stone. Everybody is so troubled over their life. I am too. With th pressure of many. Life is 50% tough and fun. But looking at Szechuan, life is 80% tough and 20% fun. I cant stand th sad sad stories I hear. It really made me so gulity for not knowing tht life in Singapore was so good. I cant imagine seeing my siblings under layers & layers of bricks. I cant imagine seeing my parents lying there under th collapsed buliding. I will break downnnnnnnn.
I rather its me who is trapped. Mother protects 3 to 4 month year old child. Found dead. Child found asleep soundly with a phone next to her. It was stated on th phone tht Mother will love you no matter wht. ):
If i can invent, I would invent smth tht would prevent earthquakes. Prevent cyclones, prevent all natural disasters. I hate th imperfect world. Its just so darn imperfect. The earth, stop playing games with us. You are ill, but we are worse. Have mercy on us.
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