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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

i am a selfish and terrible person.
i am selfish, i am rude to my parents(they were rude to me first. when i say "daddy, mummy, eat" at the dining table, they think i have an ulterior motive. wtff), i am an escapist.
i'm the little girl who runs away and hides in a corner when mishaps happen.
i'm the little girl who wishes bad things would just disappear.
i am pro at pressing delete to certain portions of my life, and carrying on as if they never happened.
i know that doing nothing changes nothing. there is no closure, but i've train myself to live with that.
i try to be very mature most of the time.
but occasionally, i act like a little girl and hide behind the excuse that i am still a teenager.
so i'm sorry, because i know this hurts people, but i'm too coward to confront my faults.
and if you all will just cut me some slack, i will be entirely grateful.


i am now $300 richer because i got 3 A1s. my mother was reluctant, though, because my parents think my future is ruined.
lousy, crappy excuse for human beings..

there is so much world beyond that little box, dear.
waffles and spaghetti!


she's not here @

1:51 AM