Saturday, November 03, 2007

hey blogger.

I've been writing on you alot lately..
Its so much more comforting than sliting your wrist and all the other
"emo" nonsense..

Im planning to finish studying two chapters today but at this rate i don't think i'm gonna finish it.

I guess it's hello mid-night oil...
and hello some more eye bags..
and some more dark circles..
and some more pimples..
and messy hair..
and probably some tears from stress...

and maybe after that the hospital..

i wont be suprise if i died after my olevels.

I look horrible..
putting on weight..
my face has pimples..
dark circles.
eye bags..
my hair is in a complete mess..

i dont even bother dressing up..

my lips are chapped..

whatever... I wish i was still a baby but im not..
I wish for alot of things that i can't have...

I wish I wish..
maybe its about damn time i get my head in the right place..
and chuck my feelings aside..

If only we could suck out emotions and put them in a glass jar for awhile..

oh wait..
I'll need a tank to put all my emotions in.. a glass jar won't do..
it would be way too small in comparison to what i am going to have it contain.

too bad im not a robot..
or an alien..

i miss writing in my diary..
Maybe i should get a new book.

Thank God i took out my tagboard..
I sort of love it like this. No one commenting and saying..

"oh chelsea.. you'll be alright.."
and all that nonsense....

I don't even know why tag boards are being created..
Isn't a blog suppose to be about someone daily entry about their life?
how weird.. unless they want their life to be commented on by losers who think their life is so God damn perfect and have the guts to tell soemone how to live their life..

Oh i've heard of people like that.. If anyone tells me how to live my life.. here's what i'll say..

SHUT the F*@$ up.. you don't even know what's going on..

and that is a warning to all those people who is reading my blog..
You wanna read fine by me..
Be interested in my blog wanna read about my life's rollercoaster go ahead. At the end of the day don't tell me how to live..

I love by my own rules..
my own game..

you wanna find me rebellious and all that go ahead..
why don't you just live your lives and show me not what to do..

what else can i bitch about?

Oh yea.. you know how sometimes you walk into a room and you feel this cold vibe..
I felt it..
and No its not a ghost..
It's something worse..

oh yea olevels. WHY MUST THEY MAKE US STUDY THE WHOLE DAMN BOOK!
and their only gonna test three!!!

and why is it all the time words dont just dont seem to flow anymore...
why....