On the train back home, i started thinking about people and what they are worth. Nowadays, everything has a price tag on it. So do humans have price tags on them too? Some babies are sold for money the minute they were born. Some people sell their bodies on the streets. Different people are paid different salaries.




The more i think about this, the more upset i was. It was to a point where i just felt like sitting down in the middle of nowhere and start crying. I had to bite my lips to stop myself from crying. I felt like i was not worthy of being loved by anyone.

Then i tried calling people on my phone, hoping to find some comfort. First, i called Shaun (who actually promised to call me today, which he DID NOT and i'm so pissed i deleted his number).


Next, i called Issac. He was with friends. Will call me back tomolo. Asked me to msg him when i reached home. *shrugs*

Then, i called Jon kong. He was driving. Asked me whether i had anything important. Lied to him that everything was ok. No problems. Will talk again.


After that, I called Kit. Handphone was turned off.


Each time i put down the phone, the more i feel like screaming. I felt more alone now than ever. I give up. Everyone is too busy to bother about Meiting.


Seriously, if i've killed myself today, would they feel guilty? Would they wished they've spent a little more time talking to me? Next time when someone calls to talk, maybe we should spend a little time talking to them.

*tIng sighs and walks out of the room.*

loVe iS a deLuSiOn tHat OnE mAn dIffErs fRoM aNotHer.