short tempers are coming....,
mood swings are happening....
i aint caring anymore.... i most probably will pon scouts tml...i dun wanna torture the innocent....
my mom:
'bitch bitch~~ ur work~~~ blah blah'
ok fine...do do do...
Rytha:
'my life....my relationship..blah blah...coz u my bro'
orh....might as well comfort you.....
Syafiq:
'Lah lah lah...no rank dun talk...lah lah lah... dunno how run troop....'
fine... you run on ur own...hav fun in ur gulak camp....
no one's ever gonna ask me 'how's it going?' wen every night, i risk my comp.. looking at everyone's blog to make sure everyone is ok....
and this is the treatment i get... i'm trying to accommodate everyone... i'm hell slp deprived...i dun dare to slp in...least the flags are left unsupervised....
not even a word of thx...not a slight notion... all i'm left wif is myself all the time....
all will tink i'm hell stupid...i got all these to myself....
ok fine... i did...but anyone noes the reason behind every mistake i do??? i try to repay..it not that i dont wish to....i juz fuck up....
juz like my lil fucked up drama life.....
sometimes....death seems all so welcoming.....
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Who knows? The world might cheer when they see my picture in the obituary section in the papers.