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Thursday, May 25, 2006

goddamnit.

i have this strong feeling that my fcuking vagina-cramps are making me feel all screwed up.
you know, like yesterday you feel so high and then suddenly you feel so hopeless today.
wtf.
i feel stupid.



i'm sucha loser.
one look at you today and i feel all shitty.
no, it's not you. but me.
it's just me.
c'mon, i'm supposed to feel good.
what's with the horoscope thingy i read with mel in the Cleo mag during emath?
ugh.
but think of it again, i find you pretty weird.
one minute you're wayyy tooo nice, the next you're not.
it's like you're giving false hope.

whatever. i'm done with myself.
i have no idea what the hell i'm thinking now.
neither do i know what in the world is good for me now.
in fact, i'm just like any other leafy people who feel they're thrown into the so-called outstanding institution and do not belong there.
like they don't have a clue of what they're doing in the goddamn school and just wanna get out of the place asap.

oh boy, do i feel like pukeshitdogs'poopwhatevergrosslikethesmellyand
bloodycrapthatcomesoutofmyvagina.
oh yuck.

tomorrow will be different. i hope.


8:27 PM