Looks like blogger is the only place where I can vent all my fustrations.

My health hasn't been very good since the last asthma act up since June this year. I felt so breatheless everytime I run. I'm so worried about my health. I hate talking to my family members. They can't seem to understand my pain, my problems. I swore not to complain to my friends anymore, because no one cares. I won't be weak infront of them anymore. They wouldn't care.

I'm so afraid that I will just die off one day. I don't want to die so early. I still have many stuffs to do. I want to be physically fit. I want to be able to run. I want to be able to do many things like other boys of my age.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Life is full of bullshits. I can't take this lying down. Why am I born in such a fucked up family? Why do I have such illnesses since young? Why does my life seems so unfair? Why can others live happily? Why do their family members treat them so nicely? What are they so healthy? I just can't take this lying down.