FUCK YOU.

10.5.05

danny fired 3 shots in the air.

i have too much in my mind. i can't study for ss. wait. i've never studied for ss. sheesh. i was aiming for a 10/25. seems like i wont even hit the 3 point mark. HAHA. but on a note of seriousness. that 10% of functionality in my brain(in everyone elses) has like 9.9999999% taken up by absolutely random, hilarious, obsolete thoughts. i have a pounding headache. Mr. taking back sunday makes me want to cry. Mr. Taking back sunday's voice is sexy. but oh wells. sheesh. really i am not concentrating on my work. i'm really screwed and math tutor he's just here to make money and come at he's convenience. shoot. i'm still pmsing(post menstrual syndrome) i am really having this pounding headache. i am not thinking straight. i am not thinking at all.

i hate _______ too.
she thinks i dont know, BUT I KNOW.
_________ is being rather, hmmm... friendly these days. I WONDER WHY.
maybe it's cos _______ is psychoing _________. or maybe it's just cos _________'s birthday is coming up. whatever.

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i know i am an ugly shit. and i am an eyesore to you.
or maybe it's just my attitude towards you. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
i kept my promise and i kept that message from you. it was dated 27/3/05. I STILL KEEP IT.
maybe i'm just plain bitchy. whatever la. i really have no idea what i am saying but i am just upset. i hope you pass your exams with drowning colours.

i wish i had a bestfriend where i could trust. i wish i had someone to tell/pour everything out to. i wish i has a bestfriend where i could just tell her everything and she would understand. well, i guess germaine's right, "i have no bestfriend, the world has too many faces."

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