IDIOTIC.SHIT.
MAN who do my parents think they are la! when i game with my COUSIN they tell me that i'm wrong. that i'm not right playing games. it was 830. FREAK LA. wth.. and it will mostly take an hour to play finish la. idiot. MAN.. arent they that kind to make fun of my little soul. its not cool for them to do that. just simply put it, its like PLAYING with my soul. having to succumb to their living standards of pure vocal pressure. the constant staring of pure hatred down my neck. my body responding by telling blood to rush up to my ears preventing the coldness from penetrating my soul.. in other words their freaking stare is irritating. and tmr is my father's bdae. i can dont come back for his birthday man... its like shit la.. freak its JUST one game... nothing more la...jealous freaks
haiz.
what else.
I couldnt think much in school today while writing my multiply journal. it seems like there was this kind of mind block that stuck to my head. nothing interesting would seem to flow out at all. Maybe that's what not touching ur brain cells will do to you in time. I will blog there again real soon and it will be long, should i try to promise. I shall write... write about... feelings. thats easier to blog isnt it
come to think of it discovered things that i did not predict out would happen but i had a feel that it would happen. HAHA doesnt things appear to have a different ending when you seem to predict it in some other way? .. sadly.. i cant really blog now.. anger still raging in me.. it seems that they made me hate them more.. i imagined splashing my dad's head on the edge of the door. that killing instinct. shit. the devil is holding me by my edge. dangerous as i become, more fragile i become.
MAN who do my parents think they are la! when i game with my COUSIN they tell me that i'm wrong. that i'm not right playing games. it was 830. FREAK LA. wth.. and it will mostly take an hour to play finish la. idiot. MAN.. arent they that kind to make fun of my little soul. its not cool for them to do that. just simply put it, its like PLAYING with my soul. having to succumb to their living standards of pure vocal pressure. the constant staring of pure hatred down my neck. my body responding by telling blood to rush up to my ears preventing the coldness from penetrating my soul.. in other words their freaking stare is irritating. and tmr is my father's bdae. i can dont come back for his birthday man... its like shit la.. freak its JUST one game... nothing more la...jealous freaks
haiz.
what else.
I couldnt think much in school today while writing my multiply journal. it seems like there was this kind of mind block that stuck to my head. nothing interesting would seem to flow out at all. Maybe that's what not touching ur brain cells will do to you in time. I will blog there again real soon and it will be long, should i try to promise. I shall write... write about... feelings. thats easier to blog isnt it
come to think of it discovered things that i did not predict out would happen but i had a feel that it would happen. HAHA doesnt things appear to have a different ending when you seem to predict it in some other way? .. sadly.. i cant really blog now.. anger still raging in me.. it seems that they made me hate them more.. i imagined splashing my dad's head on the edge of the door. that killing instinct. shit. the devil is holding me by my edge. dangerous as i become, more fragile i become.
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