Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
tryin to live a normal life
Omg....wad's wif me...I feel like shit...pure shit...after being drugged wif coffee jus nw,i can't sleep and it's nw 12.30 a.m...i'm supposed to be doin ma work bt i can't seem to make maself move.i feel to restless and i need sumone to be wif me nw bt it's so late adey...migod,i'm turnin into a nocturnal animal...save me...
I dun wana go to skul tmr...i'm sick of skul.i wana pull out for the guard of honour for d bloody speech day...i dun wana c her face.i jus wana sit at home and sleep in and naik gila.
Face the fact,if i dun have to c her in skul tmr, i would have mayb stil into d guard of honour stuf or maybe i wld have pulled out long ago.god, she reali spoiled ma weekend and ma otha stuff...
ma tings to do list:
change ma 016 numba
throw away all d music scores of songs dat she likes
change ma friendster profile until she dun even noe dat's ma profile
get ma shit life far away frm her
if i had not known her i would have been:
closer to ma friens
crazy n carefree (need not even worry bout tmr)
kept ma own originality of personality
live a better life( i tink dat wraps it all)