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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

i hate tomorrow. i hate the next moment. i hate whatever that's coming on. i hate whatever that's going to happen. in fact, i hate what's happening already. especially with regards to THAT person.

why did i allow someone to come and screw my whole life up?1 i had a good system going. even better than PAP! (not saying that they're fabulous right now, buy hey, just buy my joke.) i thought i'd be fine. i thought things will be better. i thought everything could work out. even at the very teeny bit, 'COULD'. i didn't impose a will. just a could. was it too much? i thought. geesh, like it always has been said, "you thought, i think, who do/comfirm?!"

fuckthisbullshitrightnow. i don't need all these to screw my life up. can i just walk out of this? i'm sure i should be able to if i'm strong enough. ha, who am i kidding. strong? i never cried till this happened. NEVER. who, who in this damn world knew that Christy could cry? she didn't cry when she collected her pathetic 'O' level results. she didn't cry when her fishes died. she didn't cry when she lost her mobile that very one time. she didn't cry when she broke her arm.
the only time she did was when granny died.
but this. THIS crap-ass bull!

i hate all this. why?! i hate 'why?!' arg. i'm atrocious. just shoot me, smack in the damn head, this very instance.

WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

12:06 AM
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