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dear life, why you so unfair. i know it's usually like that but this is more than unfair. it's already one-sided. resilience. lucky i've learnt of what this is. there's definitely better things i can do than give up, quit and walk away. so life, i want you to know that whatever you try to do, make things complicated, or fuck me up, i'll just try my best to brush you off my shoulders and move on. it's how i roll. you don't come and try to make things difficult than it already is. i need to get things done. there's no time for distractions already. lots of love, your possessor
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EH FUCK YOU LA BITCH. YOUR ATTITUDE'S THE CAUSE OF EACH AND EVERY PROBLEM IN YOUR LIFE AND ANYONE AROUND YOU. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER AND PACK UP THAT ATTITUDE OF YOURS PROPERLY BEFORE TALKING TO OTHERS. YOU TALK LIKE FUCK THEN WANT TO TELL OTHERS WHAT TO DO. FUCK OFF.
the thought of you no longer sends chill down my spine. safe to say, you no longer matter to me anymore. yay or nay.

still, you have no right to be mad at me. you broke my heart.

i'm as choppy as an uncalmed sea. it's as though this week hadn't been bad enough for me. i get crap. yeah, i know i'm supposedly to be responsible but i can't help it thinking of being hated upon. it isn't all my problems. you, being specifically chosen to do that major task, are supposed to be stern and not friends to drag friends along. ya, friends can drag friends along, but you're of higher rank and given every right to scold and push them. but for fuck, you came to me, pissed, give me your fuck face when i did nothing wrong, and gave me the reason that my friends won't listen to you and i didn't tell them to come. for crying out loud, you are the fucking highest status. everyone ought to look up to you, but i guess that has proved to be wrong because you are not doing your job properly. you push everything to me, when all that's supposed to be done by you. ya, blame it on the friendship status, but as a friends there's only that much i
nine weeks have passed since 3rd January 2011. 'Happy New Year' don't seem to apply anymore. my tests and results have been atrocious. my parents' have been advising me and nagging me to buck up and what not. all i know but i can't seem to do. i just can't seem to get into the mood and don't really have that urgency despite the fact that i only have less than six months to the major national exam. the mere thought of it send chills down my spine. i'm so worried+anxious+scared about it. negative thoughts flood. oh damn. story of my life. next week is the final week of term one. and holidays don't really matter already. all that matters is that we are fully prepared for the exams in October, which seems pretty far away but on the actual fact, it isn't. i am definitely not on the confident level to say that i'll pass the exam, or not at least with flying colours or with my expected grade. i am so afraid, i don't know why. thinking of all my