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Saturday, July 14, 2007
life is like a pile of shit.


it was like so duh. i din even force you to go lah. hellooo, get e facts right. it was e sch who wanted all parents to go for e meet e parents session. freak. feeling damn f*cked up now. i hate it when this kinda things happen. its not even my fault n everyone just vent their frustrations on me. wad e hell. that's why i never bother telling them much abt my life. as tho they even cared. always picking every single lil thing abt me. yah, everything's my fault. it my fault tt i have a temper. its my fault tt i dun do well. it my fault tt i speak like u. its my fault tt i behave like u. its my fault this. its my fault that. well, i supposed i got my genes from u. maybe u should check on yourself too. yah, i know some of u guys out there will say tt i'm considered as pampered and fortunated enuf already. some word for u guys, u're not me. u dun know how it is really to be like me. so shut up.

all i can say for them is if dun really wanna care so should hav jolly well stop at your second child. den u wun hav to get so fraustrated over bringing me up. and u could spend more money on your favourite boy. and yah its ssoo obvious u're bias.

f*ck, i hate it when my feelings are messed up by you. why should i get upset over all these stupid shitty things. i hate it. i hate it.