I CANT TAKE IT.
I WAS VERY HAPPY.
I WAS GONNA BLOG ABOUT LOTS OF HAPPY STUFF.
AND ONE PHONE CALL RUINED IT ALL.
STUPID PPL HAVE TO TELL ME STUPID THINGS AND RUIN MY DAY.
JUST ONE PHONE CALL IS ENOUGH.
maybe im being too insensitive.
yes i am too insensitive.
why you have to tell me this, why another you have to tell me that?
and to you, what are you thinking?
can you please tell me what you are thinking??????
i hate this feeling, please please please please please don't give me false hope every now and then before dashing all my hopes and reducing me to tears.
please i beg of you.
two months is very short i know but it is enough.
plain viewing your profile is enough.
he told me so calmly i tried to be calm i said stop but he continued i hung up.
today is a special day, was supposed to be a special day.
please tell me what you are thinking.
i can't take it anymore.
don't make me happyhappyhappyhappyhappy then sad like bloodyshit for god knows till when.
and when you reappear, just seeing you, its enough.
what can i do?
will plastic surgery help???
will shutting up help?
will laughing lesser help??????
will losing weight help????
i know i'm fat, i hate it when people tell me i'm fat, to another fucker, you don't have to tell me i'm fat, i know i'm fat, bloodyfucker don't know how to treat a girl right, don't you bloody know that girls hate talking about their weight cause they're so weight conscious. i will go back to boss and hear his honeyed words i don't care if they're fake.

and to the fucking bitch who thinks she's ohsopro can you just fuck off and dont think that you're that great you act as if you are but you're actually just a crapload of virgin shit hope you get fucked updownleftright i hate you you suck to the max your new hairdo sucks if you've got nothing great don't act as if you're so pro im like yadayada now i just realised why im so stupid to actually listened to what you said fucker.



to the unfortunate reader, sorry if you're kinda slow to realise it. i have a split personality. i was sad and that sadness turned to anger after i mentioned that fuckingbitch and i wanna tell everyone to fuck off.
melvin tan you siang lets meet up for eight percent whiskey cola someday.
drink like a fish and drop dead and forget everything about everything.
hundred percent alcohol, i want i want i want.


to people who care: stop lying and pretend as if you give a damn. fuck off you assholes.