Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Well,
1 year of my life is gonna pass very soon, in like 21/2hrs. Im gonna be 17. Another new adventure. New experiences, new things to discover, more responisibilities.. sheesh!
Im sorry im being such a bitch about my birthday. I just don't like the number 17. it's so odd.. even the number's odd.

Im not even sure i'll enjoy my birthday. My friends are like quarelling over one stupid pen. I have freaking ASP-after school programs- tomorrow. Can i just clal in sick? maybe not. AH!
so frustrating.

i feel 40 kinds of sadness ...ok exaggeration much!

"F&$%" i can't wait for this intense torture olevels has put upon my poor little head to be freaking over. Forgive my french. After the exams i am going to burn all my books. Im just effing annoyed with lots of things. School, studies...School...studies.. did i say that already?

WHATEVER!

someone, ANYONE, take a dagger and stab me from my back. IN serious need of a "f#$%-it" pill. Anti- anxiety pills maybe. I think i need to get those instead of taking panadols all the time. Trying to calm myself down like never works all the time. ALL THE TIME.. did i say ALL THE TIME? YES I FREAKING DID. thats why i need a freaking pill.

Gosh. AM i a drug addict? a panadol addict? oh just shoot me. Here goes my paranoid self. I think im going nuts. Chels malfunction...
call the ambulance and send me to looney ville..
SINGAPORE IS THE CITY that LITERALLY NEVER sleeps. work work work. Work my ass off. MY life off.. my youth off.. Im supposed to be having fun at this age. Don't you adults say i envy students lives. Its fucking tough now alright!

gosh..

someone hug me...
im a hazard to myself