< Gone.


Complains.


Hey yoh peeps.
I'm stressed out and fucked up mazxc.
Got so many things to do and we are given such a limited time. ):
And wtf, i'm still here blogging. -.-.
Nvm. Seemed like my webcam has a problem manzxc.
Yesterday tried to webcam with Warren, failed to. -.-.


Nvm,Don't talk about this. Seemed like i'm nothing different from a dog har.
Scold, scream, shout at me like i'm your dog.
I told myself to tolerate, but sometimes, its way too much. TOO much. Get it?
I don't even have a sense of privacy. When i talked on phone, you will always ask " who called you? Called for what?" Come on, seriously, its my privacy. I reply you cos i respect you. But do you?Even when i online, you will always assume i'm playing Auditionsea, thought i become a gaming freak. Yes, i do play, but that's only when i'm bored or people asked me to play. See?
You still don't believe me. Fine. I don't wanna argue this with you. You, no idea where you got this stupid idea, always suspect me whether i'm smoking. Past is past already, what else you want? I say no means no luh, keep asking me. This clearly show you don't believe me at all. Sometimes you are getting my nerves you know. Sometimes i just feel like the more you don't want me to do, the more i will do. Get it? Pissed off. I don't wanna talk about this anymore. fuck it. z.




Decide to let it go. No point holding on anymore.