MAYBE TOMORROW, I'LL FIND MY WAY HOME.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

**@#$#@!!&

This sunday morning I realise - Wow I hate my life. Dead existence. Long distance SUCKS LIKE A BITCH. Im so PISSED OFF. I have a stupid bloody exam to go to now. Tomo's my birthday. hate the fact .. i get to be alone n sad the whole day. I dont want to think of the less fortunate/sick/dying/suffering right now ok?
FUCK THIS SHIT. damn i sound like a rapper now.

5 Comments:

Blogger electronposts said...

cheer up ...

as im willing, indeed eager, to speak on your behalf that you'll definitely live the day...

happy b-day!

9:35 PM

 
Blogger Blunt said...

hehe too late to comment I s'pose but anyway belated wishes and yeah float on..

8:47 PM

 
Blogger Jyothsana Chandramohan said...

Does the fact of writing a test on your birthday sound depressing?!?!
Life, the Beech can get more depressing, this is not even its subset

11:23 PM

 
Blogger Blunt said...

True...you sound just like a rapper cribbing for no good reason. Go out breathe...old fashioned fun like the circus might even help :P

6:56 AM

 
Blogger ChefTZac said...

BLOG!!! i need updates on your life woman!

2:52 AM

 

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