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Saturday, March 6, 2010 @ 4:32 PM
Easy come, easy go.

Urgh, I honestly. Hate myself.

Went band today, reached school @ 7. Fell asleep for 10 minutes before some came, talk and talk. Went up and packed. After band, went to mac with Regina, something got on my nerve. Stfu about me being fat. I DON'T SEE YOU WITH A MODEL'S FIGURE. So if you don't have a model's figure, do the world a favor, and stfu. Right, after eating, went to city hall. And went to peninsula plaza, wrong place ): . It was Peninsula SHOPPPING centre, just beside the hotel :). Then, after Regina and I bought my bag, mrt-ed back to Tampines and shopped ;D. Then now home. Gonna watch anime now.

Editt.

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my life that just keeps getting worse and worse. I so desperately need a private blog. Right, maybe I should. Look @ para two. Cause I have so many things slowly accumulating within me. People complain and till now, I don't know what is it about. People thinking I'm fat, which I'm desperately trying to think I'm not. People not talking "normally" to me, which I am fretting over plans and ideas to make it normal again. People deciding not to trust me. People.. ugrhh! This list can just carry on and on. I really need a listening ear to pour everything out to, but when I start with the one that gives me a heartache and a headache, at the end of the day, they'll probably be thinking I'm a bitch, which I'm also trying to avoid. My computer's speaker is down, which means I can't hear any songs to kill my mood. And I keep venting anger on my innocent dad. And the top it off, I have to wear this pathetic smile everyday.

Then again, maybe I shouldn't have a private blog, I should just bottle everything up, and when time comes, I'll just can't take the pressure and die. Its the ugliest way to, but yet easy enough, just don't tell anyone anything. Simple. As. That.

I desperately need a new life. And, it sucks when there's no one there for you when down. Suck. Bigtime.