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"when major pms strikes =/"

okay, i'm bloody pissed off right now.


no, i mean seriously, seriously pissed. you know..?
the kind of pissed where you can look at somebody and scream at his/her face and cry hysterically and breakdown right there. =/ well, feckitte. fuck this feeling, yeah?

i've been having a headache since just now. i cried while dancing. i think i was being a mental case, really. emotionally unstable.. again..? yeah, i think so too. i just feel like shutting up. don't talk to me. i don't feel like talking to anybody for a long time.

jean, haz, i'm sorry if i'm quiet tomorrow. i just want to shut up and cry. i wouldn't want to cry in front of ms jenny. no, i wouldn't. =/

waduhh...
i don't think it's just "pms".




i don't fucking know what it is.
i don't want to know.
i need a hug, badly, can?

i don't care already. i think i'm buying that white polar bear tomorrow after dance ends. i'm going to hug it all the way to the cashier and i won't let go until i set my foot into the house. boooooooooo. bad people; never buy me my polar bear. T_T i don't even know if there's any left. i swear i'll cry there if there isn't any left. i'll vandalise the place. ha-ha. =/

okay, i don't feel like laughing.
i'm like, forcing myself to laugh.
and it hurts okay.
it fucking hurts.

wheee~

fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck.



it feels like i'm alone in this world and as every secondminutehourdayweekmonth passes i'm drifting slowly into a world of depression. by the way, it's not healthy. and the worst part is, i don't feel like talking to anybody about it. anybody at all. maybe what i need is just a penknife. T_T i'll get myself into coma and get amnesia and i won't remember anything after waking up. yeah. that's what i'll do.

=/ i'm kidding la.
i mean, it wasn't a joke.
but i didn't mean it either.
okay, fuck, never mind.


eh, dammit. i'm so pissed off. i feel like being THE HULK sehs. huahuahua. okay, that made me laugh. or rather, just smile. booooo. why am i feeling this way? maybe it's the sickness. feckitte. i want to get better.

i need a hug.
a hug to make me feel better.
tell me everything's going to be okay.
i don't want to be crying anymore.
i really don't.
i want to speak up.
but i don't know how to.
nobody would understand, would they?
fuck, nobody ever will..
god dammit, sharifah stop this.
yeah. i'll stop it.

you're happy now, huh?
you're enjoying my misery, i see.
you vile, cruel, bastardly whore.
may you worthless piece of meat rot in hell.


goodbye.

p/s: i'm feeling dysphoric and i'm missing shanifazyan like fuck.