# 148;

i'm fucking pissed.
yeah, i dont care.
i'm so pissed i dont even care bout censoring the f-word.

-for sanity's sake, i'm ignoring the lengthy, more vulgar part-
the jist?
yeah my dad spanked my sister with wooden drumsticks that hurt real bad after stressing her before her chinese mock exam [pass or i spank you].
and he doesn't care about us cos he cares more about his stupid game. if he cared, we'd be much happier. only mealtimes and weekends to talk. and still most of the weekend is spent on the stupid game.
GO AND DIE WORLD OF WARCRAFT.
go and die.

sighh. my day sucked.
science test was okay.
phototaking sucked la. the grass so damn itchy. didnt get to take in front of kongzi. so confused abt posing.
in the end so still and undynamic. and i felt so unprepared o.o
and yeah. all the other classes seemed to have prepared class tee.
for some reason, was thinking suicidal during math and drawing suicidal cartoons on my workbook.
you should have seen them =.=
knives and daggers and swords and a happy hang-woman and a girl being struck by lightning, run over by a car, run through with an arrow, and jumping off a building.
the worst part of it is: it was absentminded doodling.
wtf la. i'm not suicidal kay.
went home on 12 with ry aft that.

oh yeah, i still havent mentioned the school suckiness.
have i mentioned that everyone absolutely loves me? yeah, right.
tomorrow we might be getting back our chinese test. OH, JOY.
just what i need in my already perfect life, huh?
hello, confirmed failure. goodbye, hope.

wooden drumsticks with trysha.
i'm never going to tell him.
maybe i'll forge :/
but thats stooping to a very low level.
i mean. what if he picks up my guitar and smashes it over my head.
i'm damn scared.

no more hope. school sucks. life sucks.
take me out of my misery.

i'm damn fucking pissed.
my life is so screwed up.

# 148;

i'm fucking pissed.
yeah, i dont care.
i'm so pissed i dont even care bout censoring the f-word.

-for sanity's sake, i'm ignoring the lengthy, more vulgar part-
the jist?
yeah my dad spanked my sister with wooden drumsticks that hurt real bad after stressing her before her chinese mock exam [pass or i spank you].
and he doesn't care about us cos he cares more about his stupid game. if he cared, we'd be much happier. only mealtimes and weekends to talk. and still most of the weekend is spent on the stupid game.
GO AND DIE WORLD OF WARCRAFT.
go and die.

sighh. my day sucked.
science test was okay.
phototaking sucked la. the grass so damn itchy. didnt get to take in front of kongzi. so confused abt posing.
in the end so still and undynamic. and i felt so unprepared o.o
and yeah. all the other classes seemed to have prepared class tee.
for some reason, was thinking suicidal during math and drawing suicidal cartoons on my workbook.
you should have seen them =.=
knives and daggers and swords and a happy hang-woman and a girl being struck by lightning, run over by a car, run through with an arrow, and jumping off a building.
the worst part of it is: it was absentminded doodling.
wtf la. i'm not suicidal kay.
went home on 12 with ry aft that.

oh yeah, i still havent mentioned the school suckiness.
have i mentioned that everyone absolutely loves me? yeah, right.
tomorrow we might be getting back our chinese test. OH, JOY.
just what i need in my already perfect life, huh?
hello, confirmed failure. goodbye, hope.

wooden drumsticks with trysha.
i'm never going to tell him.
maybe i'll forge :/
but thats stooping to a very low level.
i mean. what if he picks up my guitar and smashes it over my head.
i'm damn scared.

no more hope. school sucks. life sucks.
take me out of my misery.

i'm damn fucking pissed.
my life is so screwed up.