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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

Not too long ago...

Psychobabble. Just to pique your interest.

Past Tense

go away.

Stamped: 4:16 pm

i wish i could say that i was okay. but i'm not. i'm not okay.

i'm feeling like shit these days. besides having my circadian rhythm all fucking messed up, i just do not feel like doing anything for the time period when i'm actually awake. my number one priority should be revising for my SPM, right? harharhar~ that's actually the last thing on my mind right now. i spend my days decaying in front of the television and computer, stuffing myself silly with kitkat and M&Ms, worrying and thinking about my non-existent future. yes, how productive.

a haagen-dazs buffet could have temporarily alleviated my pain, but in the end, two friends backed out. i really cant comprehend why anyone would give up an opportunity to gorge themselves on good quality ice-cream, esp when it's only for 40 damn ringgit(excluding taxes). one said his relatives from really, really faraway land came for a visit. the other i have no idea BECAUSE HE DIDNT GIVE ANY FUCKING REASON. well, he did at least have the balls to sms me at 3 in the morning, I REPEAT AT 3AM, saying he wouldnt be able to make it. excuse the language, but... oh wait, you wouldnt understand, so just PLEASE shut the fuck up.

i desperately need something to hate right now. something, or someone, to actually hit, kick, punch, throttle, bludgeon, stab, pour boiling curry on, throw a cellphone at, chop up, marinate, and put into the oven. i NEED to release all this pent-up rage, anger and frustration.




all of you = idiots.

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