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♥ Tuesday, 9 January 2007
20:04

"Just the Hormones talking."

Suppose that's right. CHRIST.

Is it /wrong/ that I feel so pissed off today? And should there be a reason to that?

Fuck Duhh.

God. I can't explain why I was so fucking pissed for the entire day. It just happened that things had turned out that fucking way.

Damn it. Damn it - damn it - damn it.

Sigh.

Imbecilic Richard. The reason why I don't fucking talk in class is because I'm fucking distracted. Thanks to another motherfucking heathen.

I hate the way everything goes. Nothing seems to be going right.

Oh, and I lost my the-fucking-perverted-pearl book. Huh.

JESUS.

That fucker keeps telling me to open up, open up, open up, lighten up, lighten up, lighten up.

TOO BAD, ******. Lina Pan says she's gonna stay emo and frustrated.

rtsyufgjeqwagIUC&O(%gaw. Playing the piano when you're pissed is good. Slamming your fingers onto the keyboard releases the frustration. Plus, you get nice relaxing music in return.

Kill two pigs with one stone.

.........

My mom doesn't seem to have noticed my bitchiness. God. When was our family so detached?