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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

the quarrels last night was over-whelming. the entire thing sparkle off with the loud bang on the table. and followed by the screams. guess it was lucky that no one called the police. sets me wondering again does love really exist after marriage. no wonder im never one that was into the entire marriage thing.

TO THE BOTH OF YOU.
  • i need my sleep. dont scream at night. you can do it in the day when im not around.
  • dont scream in front of sis. she is too young to understand the entire thing.
  • im tired of the entire thing.
  • why is it money the only thing you pple quarrel about!
  • bye.

so now. somebody tell me what love ACTUALLY is. ive gone through alot i think. after the 5 stitches they tried communicating with me. to the extent they wna send me to counselling. im not mad! its too late havent you realise? all that you all tried to make up for the past. its irritating. very. i dont like talking to you so-called-adults. wtf! so piss off.

to my love ones.

i know its not easy talking to me. im so hard headed that nth goes into my brain. but i still love you all for being there for me. love you all long time.

MY BFF SANNNNDRAGON.

i cant wait to meet you! i need the bitching sesssion. and pigging out session. miss you long time love!