Sunday, July 03, 2005

i feel like murdering someone. anyone.
stab that person with a knife in the middle of her forehead.
let her bleed, and die.

feeeling so frustrated now.
fcuk school.
fcuk homework.
fcuk everything.

what's my problem;
i'm getting so vulgar.
sighh.

depressed.
isolated.
who gives a damn anyway?

tell someone abt it?
i rather save my breath.
all they'll do is give you that bloody wide biggie smile.
telling you 'oh it's alright, things will definitely be better.'
oh, you predict the future don't you?

how would you know things would be better?!

just go get a life.
okay?

no, i'm not pmsing.
so don't think i am.

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went to harbourfront just now abt 3 plus to meet my parents.
took abt 1 hour and a half to travel there. zzz.
bought 3 U2 tank tops; each was 10 bucks.
i like them.

papa treated me to coffee club, i had caesar salad.
lala. i kinda love salads now.
always have this craving for them.
dont ask me why though.

so yeah, headed home abt seven plus.
currently trying to complete my lit h/w.
that three poem thingy.

how the hell do you expect me to write abt;
compassion,
honesty,
leadership,
teamwork,
social responsibility,
and dedication,

WHEN i'm indulging in self-pity?

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