Thursday, January 12, 2006
My life is poo,my life is horriblement,I saw a devil,of that i'm sure.truly.i am feeling so damn bloody furious now. some people deserve to be choked, smashed into pieces and then be jumped upon. i think i have a lot of control over myself ever since i turned eight and learnt that if i did carry out the awful things i planned to do,i would end up in jail or the girls' home.but it's not good for me,ok? sure sometimes i might not do any physical damage onto you, but i'll wreck my own room, and i'll start tearing up things when i'm crazy. so don't you piss me off, ok? i am not in the mood to analyze the consequences of causing you as much pain as i can.god.some people.why is it GOOD people like Princess Diana and Evita die young? and UTTERLY IRRITATING MORONS like my sister and some people at school don't? honestly during dinner my mouth was like twitching because i wanted to say something very rude and insulting to my sister.but of course nobody does that in front of their mother. anyway even if i did,my mother wouldn't side with me. because why? oh yeah my sister happens to be a swollen mouth on account of her operation and had to eat with a syringe for like 2 weeks.SO? if i can keep my bloody temper behind bars,so can you. hey just because you look ugly with a swollen mouth and sound ugly with your muffledness DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON ME. why? BECAUSE I AM TALLER THAN YOU EVEN THOUGH I'M FOUR YEARS YOUNGER AND I'M ALSO HEAVIER AND I CAN FLATTEN YOUR MOUTH FOR YOU.PAINFULLY. so kiss my arse before you try another of your princessy comments on me.i think i shall die of an apoplexy. or a heart attack. but whatever. i am too pissed off to feel horrified by that.
[can't you see i want you?]
at 8:23 PM
