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Velencia Amanda
Turning 19
I am emotionally weak and have a complicated mind. "If Life was a game, then you are its prize."
Attached to Marcus PZY♥
8 Months & Counting
6:58 PM
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
You're an irritating piece of shit.
Dear Diary,
I am so burnt out these days that I couldn't even find the damn time to blog. So friggin piled up with work work and more work. Feels like time is never enough. And looking at the pathetic result slip I've acquired, sometimes you feel that commiting suicide is the next best alternative. And guess what? I haven't had enough sleep these days, diary. My eyebags are showing & I seem old. Oh gosh, next agenda on the list after A's, go for a heavy makeover whereby they zap zap away all my wrinkles & eyebags with Botox or something. I don't fucking care what they use but as long as I resume to my holiday-mortem, I am happy with it.
And sometimes, I don't understand how people cannot feel things. Like don't you have fucking instincts? And to that certain someone, I tried so hard to like show you the truth, the truth about reality, about me in fact. I've bared it all, my heart, my soul. And I get nothing in return. Not that I expected anything in the first place. I feel so tired, on top of my physical exhaustion.
Bring me to somewhere happier please. Somewhere over the rainbow. I don't care when, make it now. I need some sleep. BADLY. Bye.
