take your wings outside, you can't fly in here.. hopeless, useless people should be left to rot in a rut. fuck lah. i'm so fucking pissed right now. just because i don't always feel pissed about something does not mean i CAN'T be pissed off. if nysa can be pissed all the time and everyone is cool about it, so can i. and what the fuck is a rice cooker doing in my room? see, my life is not all peachy and happy so stop thinking i'm always okay with everything that's been going on in this pathetic (angry people's lives are suppose to be pathetic) life of mine.

i get pimples too. at oddly places like my fucking cheeks. my dad still owes me raya money. and hundreds of other stuffs too. i get bad hair days. i'm not schooling so sometimes i feel so fucking dumb just listening to my friends talk about exams and shit. my first holga roll? it turned out CRAP. i wasted like 18 exposures on it. my girlfriends are not necessarily always there. they have lives too. LIKE BOYFRIENDS' ARMPITS TO SMELL. see that's something i don't have to do all day. my right toe is blood-clotted and black and ugly and when i'm too lazy to apply nail polish, it's fucking unsightly you may think i have cooties. i'm going out with a guy whose girlfriend, sorry EX-GIRLFRIEND, is tailing us like a flying roach we saw at macs the other day. somebody please call pestbuster. i get wasted and puke on myself too. my dad nags at me all the time. i still haven't taken my lunch yet. and breakfast.

PFFT!
TSK!
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!

i know i'm not suffering from poverty or any grief-worthy problems but just because. just because i don't always complain. and i know nobody reads problem-prone blogs because bloggers who do nothing but cry are pathetic and sad and BORING. so stop it will you? people have things to be pissed at too. you're not the only one.



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