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Thursday, December 21
When a streak of bad luck follows u like a stalker,u'll be wondering what exactly did u do to deserve all this.u start blaming urself,the people ard u and even the big guy up there.
i cant wait for this year to end.
im probably the one who most wishes it for it to end.
so u see me on the 31st of december on tv.
the most joyful one,waving my hands exhilaratingly and yelling my ass away.
wearing a tee which says ''I remember this cheebye year as long as i live!''
or something.
im sorry but im high on drugs now.
panadol that is.
i've been rotting at home e past 3 days.
jobless,hopeless and loveless.
LOL,let me indulge in self pity.
but it sounds real corny i know i know.
and to get sick 3 days after the BIG rain is really ridiculous i must say.
talk about slow~
i miss the great outdoors!
i miss the SUNSHINE!
i miss the dry crowds!
i miss my sweaty armpits!
i miss i Miss i MISS!
11:29 PM
