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Thursday, August 20, 2009
A meaningless post
Shit I was too late!!!!! Dammit. Haha don't ask. What's done is done.

Today started out rainy and nice and turned into a monstrously hot day. I almost fainted. I am so pissed off right now because I was picked up late. I am so WTF LAH!!! Don't tell me to be considerate at my Dad because wtf, I care shit about being considerate, I just fucking want to be picked up.

I feel so dead. I want to eat. I want him. I want to sleep. I want to skip school tomorrow. I want to die. I want to laugh. I want credit.

FUCK= Friends You Can Keep.

So Edith, you are a FUCK.
You too Clare, you are a FUCK.
Shelly, you are a great FUCK!

Been having the same recurring dream.. Kissing someone on top of the bridge at Kuching Fest. WTF I don't know who. It's just weird.

I've been thinking about what kind of guys are the best. Now that I think of it, being sweet doesn't matter. Being sweet is the easiest thing to do ever. All you need is a mouth and a brain. Sometimes, you don't even need a brain.

Aduh.

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