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I know my blog is dead. Rarely, or never has pictures. I blog boring stuffs. Still, I love to blog eventhough I know there might even be nobody reading my blog. Oh well, I blog to express anyway. Not to impress.
So if you find my blog is boring and lame or too emo, dont bother criticising because I wont give a shit about it.

Stop making me wait then just crash my hopes that easily can or not.
Fucking pissed today woke up with my whole body and head and everything fucking itchy with my hands turning burning red. Planned to revise my Psychology but the worksheet I was finding since days ago is still missing and that worksheet is fucking important. Fuck kill me if I still cant find that few pieces of paper before Thursday. Called him to chit chat and cool off but he's eating so whatever, nevermind. Waited for almost one hour or so and he called back saying he's tired and wants to sleep. What the fuck? I need someone to talk to okay.
Dont feel like eating because nothing seems interesting enough. Fuck you life for being so miserable.

Heading out to CGH for Mother's doctor appointment later. Movie at 7.50 p.m later with Mom, Cicik and Boyf. I hope nothing else goes wrong or else I think I want to jump down from the building.

Its fucking itchy but heck I dont think I want to eat my medicine because it doesnt help at decreasing the itch at all. And its just gonna make me numbed the whole day, which I hate.
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?
Fuck. Dont bother. Dont talk to me. Leave me alone.


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