2nd post for the day. i think you should read the previous one. because if you don't know anything, this will be draggy.

i need to voice this out. nono. not anything about school. it's just something. that particular something is bothering the living day lights out of me.

it's a fact. officially. i fucking hell like you. not like you know who you are. i wish you knew. but you obviously don't. why, why,WHY?? it's so annoying. i never get to see you around. not anywhere. at all. why did i have to see you yet you can't be mine?? fuck. i am saying too much. i guess it's sooner or later. you'll find out. soon enough. don't hate me, please. just regard me as this loser who can't make up her bloody mind. i love you.


now that that's off my chest, i feel so much better. see it, decode it for all i care. because if you bother about it, you don't know anything. so shut up and don't bother asking me anything. when i told you that you'll find out, you WILL. so just trust me damn it.

sometimes, when people say "you'll find out", they MEAN IT. this is mmore of a warning to people who wish to particularly find out anything from me or my friends. nothing except the lovely crap that's going to come out of my *** and my spit. whatever, i'm pissed. with the people who think they know everything about me when they don't. thanks cindy, for being there for me. thanks a lot.(:


oprah winfrey's show's talking about this trust me thingy. i need it now. what the hell.
i need a hug.=(


why can't i be pretty? ugly people get all this shit.