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Saturday, May 23, 2009

. stupid eyebags/

Honestly, I think you're lame. When I first met you, I thought you were like, grown-up & matured, somehow.
Guess I was wrong, aye? You copied people & think all those stuffs were yours.
You will say I'm jealous. But frankly, I'm not. I don't even know why I care so much.
Just makes my heart feels worse than it already is.
But just to let you know, you're lame. & I can't stand lame people.
Seriously.

Frankly speaking, I hate my life.
I hate bitches.
I hate thick-skinneds.
I hate pretenders.
I hate story-tellers.
I hate stealers.
I hate perfectionists.
I hate wanna-bes.
I hate human beings.

I didn't know secondary school will turn out like an ass. :/
You know what? I feel like transfering.
To, let's say, Hillgroove with Rena, or maybe Hong Kah with Najah.
Hmm. If I only could.
Idk why I listened to Ibu & put Yuan Ching as my choice. :S
Grhh. Kay la. I'm out.


With ♥,
Maisuroahhhh.



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