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Thursday, November 8, 2007

okay i cant believe it. everything's falling apart.

its expected. its around me. anything around me. falls apart. including MY OWN.

my friendships are falling apart (duhh like we dont know that). my friends' friendships are falling apart. notice i used FRIENDS' not FRIEND'S. bloody hell. and everyone around me are just burning out. doing stupid stuff. and i cant do shit about it. why cant i persuade ______ to stop doing ____ and _____ to stop _______. fuck it.

and i can see it coming. know what? i dont wanna talk to alot of people anymore. this issue. im not gonna say anything about it. i dont want more shit. and i shall just coop it inside and whatever. like usual. what rubbish is this.

plus. today's damn ass morning isnt really helping. and my whole family's being a bitch. oh wait. let me correct myself. my whole family's being MORE of a bitch. fuck the world okay.

i need my squash racket, squash ball, squash court, non-marking shoes. and ONE WHOLE DAY of activity. i doubt i can even get a new racket and shoes with the 300 i got today. oh wait. 270 since my dad's being a bitch and minusing 30 for god knows what fuck. and screw it.

how the fuck am i supposed to get. [in order of importance]
jeans cause i grew fatter
flesh imp shirts
new bowling shoes
new bowling bag
guitar
money to spend at milo

if i could would want money to BUY my way into acjc. apparently alot of people buy their ways into schools. just not me. im sorry im not rich enough. an yea. some cheap bastard hasnt even given me the money to pay uncle philip for milo. hes like what if what if. what if his fucking head ah. wtf. i actually solved my own transportation myself. and everything. during my o's. WTF did he help to contribute huh. and its his fucking fault i never played under 15. why? what the fuck happened last year? and now i get some fucked up com that so fucking lousy. how worth it is everything.

i'd rather be dead.