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Wednesday, August 5, 2009


im still thinking about taking up french classes again. sis is doing jap, so i wna do smth else also!!! i need a form of distraction.

ytd was hell. firstly, i wasnt in any mood for class at all. secondly, work was damn fucked up. searched high and low for a fucking card. knn. misery loves company. i hate it. adding on i saw someone i shouldnt on my way out. fuck. everything just came back. all the fucked up moments. every cell in me was tearing apart. the misery inmed who understands? at homw i will still have to fake it all back at home.

i know all the things i said dont make any fucking sense and you feel like puking blood. im sorry. mymind wasnt think straight last night. i dont know what i can do now. i allowed my mind to take over my body. and now all my feelings are jammed up. everything is damn blur right now. i dont see whats in front of me. i dont know whats my next step, i cant see, my mind aint thinking.its the mental pain that is torturing me. oh fuck. now im so fucking pathetic that i have to vent my fucking anger on my blog. awesome.

fuck my life.