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Monday, August 23, 2010, 8:09 AM
Sick and Tired Here I am... Tired... Sick... Feeling strong hatred towards life. In school, I hate the fact that I have to stick and listen to a bunch of low lives (that includes you, 1D. ._.). At home, I hate the fact that you want me to become a blossoming flower just because I was once cute, cuddly and smiles a lot when I was young. Can't life be just a never-ending fantasy? I'm sick of reality; putting up with high expectations, learning the hard way, tolerating other people's bullshit just because you desire a good reputation. It's sickening. It's uncomfortable. First of all, stop making me turn into someone that is so perfect; with a beautiful face, slender body, fair skin, intelligence, talented and a person with poise and elegance - just what any other perfect lady will have. Just because my brain is matured enough to understand you and your womanly problems and solutions, don't drag me into your world of make-up, dresses, skirts, stilettos and such. I have my own kind and I do not wish to change my interest now. You said about being myself makes me a perfect me, but why drag me into a world that I hate with every fibre of my body? Stop trying to be understanding when you misunderstand me 80% of the time. It annoys me to the core. Stop thinking that you can replace any stuff that I lost (because of your neat-freak attitude problems) by buying the same thing. You don't know how long I spend to save up and sacrifice my money just to buy that stuff. That stuff that I bought contains my blood, sweat and tears. If ypu really have to clean something, go clean a sewage pipe or something. That might be helpful, you scumbag. >.> And another thing I hate about life is my school. Almost everything is so unfair. Why do I have to go to another class that separates me from the friends I know and spent my time with in the past? Why are there so many freaking low lives that thrive in my pathetic excuse of a class? Why to teachers show favouritism? Why do teachers have to poke their noses to stuff that are private at times? Ayumi, I know that you are a nice person, but is it necessary to show my underwear in full view just because you're high and perverted? It's a good thing that no one saw it, but what if someone did? Ever thought of that? And I thought you were matured enough. If only you never wore shorts inside that skirt of yours, you would know how I feel if I flipped your skirt up in public. You might be nice, but because of that, you sicken me. You bruised both my pride and dignity, which I won't forgive you for easily. To me, my pride and dignity is what keeps me going. Bruise it and I won't think of you the same way again. Don't think that after you did that, I will go all hyper moochi baba mode on you because I won't. Up until now, I'm still pissed with what you did (Yep, I can go pissed over something for a long period of time). I have problems with lots of the girls so let me move on... ______, can you stop lingering in your own world? Even though we're only in the same MT class, I find your attitude DISGUSTING. Yeah, sure, you were Head Prefect in your primary school, but does it really matter that much now? It's going to be TERM 4 SOON YOU MEAT HEAD. Your glorious days are long over. And stop thinking that you're so worth it because you're experienced with talking in huge crowds. I have been an emcee for 4 YEARS. 4 FUCKING YEARS. And do I say I deserve to be emcee. Have some shame for once. And seriously, stop your flamboyant attitude. It's disgusting that you are trying hard to gain attention. Bitch.
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