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Friday, September 4, 2009
Heart-shape no more.
SOMEONE BETTER FUCKEN STOP ME NOW. STOP ME FROM FUCKEN WRITING ONE FUCKEN LONG POST ABOUT HOW FUCKEN SAD I AM BECAUSE OF HIM.
Woah. Chill, girl. Hahahaha. The world's not gonna end tomorrow, so relax. -..-
Oh, how about that. Nick just smsed me. Great timing, dude. Hahaha. Atleast now I can channel my thoughts somewhere else. And you sounded so cute when you went "what happened? why you injured? don't go for the party tomorrow" to me when I told you I'm bruised. Hahaha.
You mofos wanna see my bruise?
That's the back of my knee, if you mofos were wondering. I seriously have no effin idea where that thing freaking came from. It kinda just appeared on my leg like how the babies in Sims pop out of nowhere in a crib. Neil had to poke it so many times till I was able to feel it. Pfft. And everyday, it becomes blacker and blacker. Now I can feel a lump inside. Should be some blood clot or something. Or maybe I'm gonna die soon. Ftw. Hahaha.
Woaw, my smsing craze with Nick just turned back the channel to Mediafuck.
PS/ I just squashed a fly on my computer screen, so now there's smudges of blood on it. -..-
Woah. Chill, girl. Hahahaha. The world's not gonna end tomorrow, so relax. -..-
Oh, how about that. Nick just smsed me. Great timing, dude. Hahaha. Atleast now I can channel my thoughts somewhere else. And you sounded so cute when you went "what happened? why you injured? don't go for the party tomorrow" to me when I told you I'm bruised. Hahaha.
You mofos wanna see my bruise?
That's the back of my knee, if you mofos were wondering. I seriously have no effin idea where that thing freaking came from. It kinda just appeared on my leg like how the babies in Sims pop out of nowhere in a crib. Neil had to poke it so many times till I was able to feel it. Pfft. And everyday, it becomes blacker and blacker. Now I can feel a lump inside. Should be some blood clot or something. Or maybe I'm gonna die soon. Ftw. Hahaha.Woaw, my smsing craze with Nick just turned back the channel to Mediafuck.
Nick: You seem to be so cheerful on the outside.I think I better end here before I say something else that'll be seriously fucked up.
Me: Well, we have to let go sooner or later. Bad stuff comes and goes. That's just how it is, yeh know.
Nick: But I know deep inside you're still hurt, right? Atleast a bit.
Me: Nah, no point. Just forget about all the shit and move on, man. Makes life so much easier.
Nick: You trying to be strong, huh?
Me: Truthfully, "trying" is the furthest I can go. I've never actually reached the "strong" point. Oh well.
PS/ I just squashed a fly on my computer screen, so now there's smudges of blood on it. -..-
3:15 AM