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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

wah lau. i am damn pissed now.
shut up. you don't bloody know me.
now you're telling me i am irresponsible and all that kind of shit.
i am trying to be positive about life when life is sucking so badly
and here you are pushing me deeper into this shit, pushing me way past my limits.
sometimes you ought to shut the hell up.
it's just a sleeping bag for chrissakes.
A BLOODY SLEEPING BAG.
A BLOOMIN SLEEPING BAG.
you said i lost it.
bloody shit i didn't even take it to obs.
like hello, who in their right minds would take their sleeping bags to obs?
what shit. i found it. in the frickin cupboard you searched just 15 minutes ago.
open your eyes man. think before you make me sink lower.

not gonna call you names cuz i do love you and i do respect you but wtf can you just get what's going on in my freaking fucked up life?
AH FREAK.

9:51 PM