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
Worst day ever!!!
This is like the worst time ever in this year...so far. I had diarrhea in the middle of the night. Try shittin and sleepin at the same time. Man it was horrible...I was too tired to even go for psycho class (first morning class) so I skipped. Even then I manage to go for ma maths class.
Then latter Junid came to pick me up for lunch. I put ma bag pack at the back seat and off we headed to Anandha Bahwan. We parked behind the shop and I kinda forget to put ma bag in the boot. Well I must admit thereason I forgot was because I couln't really see a danger. Well I do usually put ma bag in the boot but I never actually really saw the danger. I admit I was gullible with all the capitals in the world.
We went to eat nicely and den went back to the car to only find that her car window was smashed and ma bag was missing. Th bes part is ma 400 over bucks calculator was in there and there was Eileen's pirated dvd. The worst part is that Junid's car window was smashed cus of amy bag. I feel reali sorry.
No matter how I shout scream stay calm or watever I still feel so much hatered...over maself and that fucker who crashed the window. I feel like just sending him to hell and let his soul feel eternal pian. His pain will be my pride.
Even if I tell the whole world, I dun feel satisfied...I mean like feel more at rest that kinda tin. I have great friends but then again telling everyone also could not make a diff....argh....
trying to let it all go....