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♡ the same old stuff. oh.
Monday, January 5, 2009, 6:32 PM
I've not been acting myself all day. Selena even nudge me. But whay!
I felt so and so down today. Ask yourself. Okay, confessing wasn't the best solution either cause its a temporarily but permanent problem face by a 14year old me.
Well, to start with, its Day2, 2009. And Day2 was probably oh my bad.
Everything went completely absurd and wrong today. Is it a big criminal to have to help one's? Then, why bug? I don't need your excessive concern cause it doesn't tick you a purr nudge. Couldn't the expectations be a little, least more reasonable. She keeps thinking that I was never a better being than her, which to start with, she disobeys her principles. Forgering, cheating, vulgaring. Couldn't it be worst than mine?
I was merely stating facts down here. So pardon me. This 99.99% that it got nothing to do with you unless you live under a godzilla cage. Its definitely not my dear blovvers, or else, I wouldn't be inserting the 'dear' before it.
Okay, back to today.
Today? School. Home. Lunch. Rest. Kumon. Home. Rest. Merely just all for today. As noticed, there's a repetition of rest up there. Well, this of the fact that I had late nights again. I tried hard sleeping within hours but boy, its a mutual habits of me. I can sleep early unless I'm really really really exhausted, or else.
You know what blovvers, my life was always 0.001-at least- worst than yours. So pretty honey creamy please, appreciate the life God's given you cause apparently, my life was sinking. Goodbye, beaches(I didn't mean the other pronounciation. It Beach-es. Well-informed?)
P.S}I use to be an always-to-be teenage girl. But now the girl grew up. I'm well, an always-left-to-be teenage girl.