Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Dear diary,
Rubbish.
Every results was shit. Flung, i'm dead.
Everything was just, Shit.
Emotionally affected.
Bloody, fuck, shit, shit shit.
I want shit at those results.
Can't sleep eventhough i'm sleepy.
Still awake, freshly awake. Like, wow !
A bowl of mee can't make me go to sleep.
How i wish i could bake in this time.
Bloody, its in the middle of the night and i'm not even asleep.
Ibu is sleeping on the sofa next to me.
Gosh, this fasting month really test my patience.
Really, no jokes.
Feel like bashing the walls and scream.
I'm mentally and emotionally ill for the time being.
Stupid.
Everything seems so wrong.
Ice cream look like Chendol.
Panadols look like Drugs.
Injections look like Subutexs.
My body don't feel to well.
My head hurts.
My body ache.
CB !
Call 995 for help please.
I can't think anything for any composition now.
My head is blank and i think my english has worsen.
Somebody call for me an English tutor please.
I need to open my last years book.
Crap sia me.
Better sleep with my baby cat for now.
-what if i had to go before i can hear your voice for the last time ?
what if i had to go before i can even look at your face one more time ?
what if i had to go before i can even hear you say, " bestfriend " ?
All of it came back to the questions, ' what if '.
imissarep.
p/s: wonder wonder why.
"you'llneverknewwhat'sgonnahappensoon"