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complaining.
Thursday, August 07, 2008


once again, i'm back to the days of indigestion.
stress stress stress.
i'm getting damn irritated.
can they just give me all my tutorial timeslots so i can blame the school if i go for tutorials alone. now i have no one to blame but myself :/ :/:/:/:/


i'm freaking pissed off.
omg. i'm so tempted to start swearing already seriously.
my dad, my mum my brother. omg. my laptop, my pc.
nothing's going right loh.
there he is saying 'i want this done by tomorrow you understand?!'
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTER A BREAK DAMNIT.
is that retarded newspaper article more important then this.
i hate it that he thinks he doesn't have to be reasonable cause he's my father.
omg. he actually says things like, because i say so.


and he accuses me of talking like i'm 'bloody big'. eff off, will you.
yes i know, without you there is no me. but if you want someone that doesn't question and doesn't have deviating opinions, don't get a child, get a clone.
you would think parents nurture they're children so they could be somebody.
SOMEBODY. SOMEBODY- NOT YOU.
SOMEONE WITH A MIND BODY AND HEART OF THEY'RE OWN.
someone with they're own set of problems. they're own set of theories. they're own interest. they're own definitions in life, own need for privacy, own way of showing they care, own way of handling stress.
isn't it your job to observe and understand this. and not infringe your stupid opinions on me just cause i don't do things the way you do.
now im sounding like some snobby unfilial child.
omg i hate this. i can feel my heartbeat at my finger tips.
ARGHHHHHHHHHH FREAKING HELLLLLLLLLLLLL.
idioticbloodyshittycrappppppppppppp.

when i read my own posts, i think my vocabulary doesn't do justice to just how pissed off i am.
MY DAY WAS GOOD UNTIL NOW ONE LOH.
whyyyyyy why must it be spoilt.



12:17 AM

KANJANI!

liting!

If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.

EITO!


PAAAAAN!


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