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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

cheer up, the worst is yet to come.

19.11.09

this isn't love.
this is blood,
and it's thicker than mud.
it's a heat,
in your veins,
that sets fire to your brain.
it's the strength
of your will.
this is hatred distilled.
this isn't sunlight, it's rain.
this is the meaning of pain.

AH.
I SEEM TO BE EATING A LOT.
AKA
OVER-EATING.
i hope this means it's some kind of growth spurt or something.
upwards growth spurt, hopefully.
it better not be a sideways growth spurt.

anyway,
i'm wasting the holidays away.
not spending my time properly.
HAHAHACHOKEHAHA.
when did i ever spend time wisely anyway.

i have this faint memory of being given homework.
could be a dream though.
ah, yes.
there's homework.
dammit.

"HEY, let's arrange the m n ms in alphabetical order! ... ... no wait. WE CAN'T! -devastated look- THERE'S ONLY 'M'S. AHH! dammit. i'm bored. ... ... AM I TALKING TO MYSELF? oh well. ... ... monologues are freaking fun. ... ... am i being too talkative? oh well."

epic statement of the day.
by jason tan.

eee.
i miss my basketball.
rest in peace, my dear.

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.