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Monday, July 13, 2009

My life is full of pretenses and lies.

People in my life live in pretenses and lies.

They pretend and lie.

(No, this is not someone from school. It is not even remotely someone from school.)

Why am I so emo? No it's not the Choral Speaking shirt which will be the dullest, most unattractive and wordy and non-eye-catching shirt ever. That was a result of a vote, so nothing I can bitch about it. Everyone decided. But still, I'm upset because it's a shirt I want to remember forever and it's going to be so blearghh. Still, they voted. Can't do anything.

I feel so betrayed.

*Jack, who do you think you are? You have no place in my life. Don't you dare feed me with bullshit. This time I won't fall for it again. *Jack, you don't think I will bite again do you? Is it fun for you to hurt me? Please don't ever find me again and if you happen to read this post(and I know you read my blog) then I will kindly tell you that you are in essence nothing but a big dickhead.

90% of the guys in my life are *expletive* morons. (Don't perasan hahaha, no nudging me on MSN asking me if I'm mad because I am not mad at you, ok? If I chat with you on a regular basis, then it's not you.)

This much said, I will stop. Mooting and homework to work on. Going out tomorrow with G and on Wednesday with Shelly and Linda.

*Names have been changed to protect bastards from Internet harassment.

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