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I want to make a table of my emotions in a day. I'm making this entry because I feel like crying. I don't know why I cry when my need of satisfaction is satisfied. Fuck. I know this is just normal. NORMAL. Just who the fuck can tell which one is normal or what? I want to repress the thought about it because I'm really normal and happy and they can never tell me I'm not because they're not me and how are they by the way? They are just those fucking bastards trying their best to understand people when the truth is that they feel awkward about the situation and trying their best to be smart when in fact their brains are fucking rotten. I know this will help me because if ever I get to deal with this situation again in the future, I'll do it differently and not to be someone giving conclusions right away. I feel like teaching her a technique. I want to go somewhere else very far from here. I need to make my own money and the only way is to study and finish studies soon and get away. I need a good university. Berkeley, are you really calling me? putangina! putangina! putangina! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. PUNYETA! PUNYETA!