We argued. You got angry and right before you slammed the door in my face, your words rang harshly:"Sometimes I wish I didn't have a stupid daughter like you." At that very moment, it felt like million of ice shards just pierce through my body. Piercing pain within, followed by a terrible cold. I'm cold.

I couldn't recall when was the last time we had a moment like this, Mummy. I know why you got angry. Those things you said, of course I myself felt like that as well. I wasn't okay doing all those when I realized I did them for nothing at all. But I stopped myself from getting upset about those things because those were ugly thoughts.

I'm sorry for being like that. I do pamper myself. Just that ... I don't know. But now I know why you pamper me so much. Yet it hurts you because you give me, and I give them. I'm sorry for being so selfish to you.

Mummy. Please come back.. I'm burning cold inside. I'm sorry.

At times, I wish I was never born in the first place. At times, I wish you had a better daughter instead of someone like me.