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what. seriously what is this.
FML. no abbreviation is no good at all to express my current state. FUCK, I SAY, FUCK MY LIFE. my life, is retarded and fucked up. the worst is, I, ME, am even more fucked up. even my significant others could see it. wad a retard i am sometimes. i make so many decisions (or the lackof) and regret it to hell later on.
fml seriously. girl needs a big change but girl ISNT changing. greattt.
all the cores. all chui-ed.
but i fear the worse for tax. honestly, its nt sth i can afford next sem, as if, i dint, already concussed, for this sem. totally.
fml. whut. i just cant reiterate this enough. and i just cant get it out of my head and cant stop getting upset with myself.
girl needs to move on. maybe i should have taken soci actually. *snrks.
u noe. im tired.
someone, pls remind me. that theres so much more to life. and theres really hope.
but u know and i know. i am convinced.not.
u cldnt blame myself for loathing the I that reacts to the Me. Not that the Me was sth to be proud of anws.
get to grips with it. life sucks. i hate it. period.
and i hate the Me. smiles need to be genuine and heartfelt. no i take it back, my smiles were heartfelt, even if for a split second, it was true, at least for that instance.
even though i say fml, i think i am very lucky to be blessed with all the nice peeps around me. if not for them, just out FML on endless repeat mode.
*cues -offmode.
adios. i hope when i return, it will be something way much better. now i want to go cycle at east coast and feel the wet sea breeze against my cheeks and wet sand against my feet. blow away, wash away all these troubles. please, if u may.
FML. no abbreviation is no good at all to express my current state. FUCK, I SAY, FUCK MY LIFE. my life, is retarded and fucked up. the worst is, I, ME, am even more fucked up. even my significant others could see it. wad a retard i am sometimes. i make so many decisions (or the lackof) and regret it to hell later on.
fml seriously. girl needs a big change but girl ISNT changing. greattt.
all the cores. all chui-ed.
but i fear the worse for tax. honestly, its nt sth i can afford next sem, as if, i dint, already concussed, for this sem. totally.
fml. whut. i just cant reiterate this enough. and i just cant get it out of my head and cant stop getting upset with myself.
girl needs to move on. maybe i should have taken soci actually. *snrks.
u noe. im tired.
someone, pls remind me. that theres so much more to life. and theres really hope.
but u know and i know. i am convinced.not.
u cldnt blame myself for loathing the I that reacts to the Me. Not that the Me was sth to be proud of anws.
get to grips with it. life sucks. i hate it. period.
and i hate the Me. smiles need to be genuine and heartfelt. no i take it back, my smiles were heartfelt, even if for a split second, it was true, at least for that instance.
even though i say fml, i think i am very lucky to be blessed with all the nice peeps around me. if not for them, just out FML on endless repeat mode.
*cues -offmode.
adios. i hope when i return, it will be something way much better. now i want to go cycle at east coast and feel the wet sea breeze against my cheeks and wet sand against my feet. blow away, wash away all these troubles. please, if u may.