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I Perish Through Gold,
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Wednesday, 4 February 2009
I'm Not Me. -.-
I'm PISSEEDD Off. I Don't Think I'm Doing Good. I Keep Letting My Parents Down. I Keep Being Annoyed By The Smallest Thing. My Back Is Being A Bitch With Its Pain. My Tummy Keeps Bugging Me! I Neeeed Something To Ease This Pain. I Miss A Certain Someone SO MUCH?! But She's Been In Some Drama. So I Don't Really Blame Her. -.- I Miss My Care Free Days. I Practically Am Not Myself Anymore. Not After I Got Into College. And I'm Definitely Not Happy With The Way I Am. I Wish I Could Just Run Away For GOOD! And Never Come Back To This Place. I Wish I'd Run Away Somewhere, Where I'd Be Free To Do Things MYSELF. And Be Independant At This Age. And The Worst About All This My Birthday is less than a day from now. AND I Don't Expect Much This Year. But, Something Thoughtful Will Cheer Me Up. For A Long Enough Time. -.- Sigh. Somehow, I feel this year. Is just NOT MY YEAR! And I Need YOU to get out of your drama ASAP! And come talk to me. At least for an hour. It'd make me feel much better than I am now. Sigh, Thank you for reading. But I may delete this blog. Doubt many would read this blog. I KNOW. Cos I check the visits very often. I used to get 70 or more visits before this. But now i get less than 20. And practically half of them is me. Cos I check my blog for any chat updates. -.- Take Care All. And Hope You DO Better Than I Will. :D OkayyThnxByee. -____- Labels: Irritated. |