8:36 AM
Sunday, May 11, 2008 throat felt dry. tears roll down my face. heart broken to pieces. what did i do? hmm. gosh. i never repeat my history wadd? i know where i stand. oni go watch movie den go mustafa wadd. cibai. so big fault isit? y must they think so far off in to the future? wtf. y must fahmi name be involve in this? im sorry i used ur name dear. i can't do so much of pleasing so many people at one time. u tynk im 8 yr old isit? expect me to go home at 9? damn. call me binatang lar seyy. wow!best or wadd. like as if i everyday come home drunk or wadd. i nver touch alcohol for so loong aredi. i know its not a good thing. tts y im staying away from it. woah. anyhow say me. u tynk im like tat low standard ar? ape sakk bangla smuer kuar? yg aku nk kuar dgn bangla buat aper? till that extend. ingat aku tkder maruah per sialll!!!! so what if u raise me? doesn't give you the right to accuse me anything. why the fuck. did i do anything wrong? this sucks ok? i rather have myself buried alive. rot in the coffin and die. alone. shit. this sounddss so exaggerating. but what am i suppose to do? cannot enjoy oso? fine den. |
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