it amazing i still do remember the password to this account.
it’s irky how feeling a tad depressed can be. when you’re feeling depressed, the first thing i will do is to stuck my head into the fridge. and then i will grab the first thing i see — today, it happens to be a half-eaten mars bar. and then you will chew chew chew and think i will feel better after this, i mean arent this suppose to be the chocolate’s job? to cheer people up? before you can finish the last 3 bites, you started feeling panicky and guilty and stuck the remaining 1/8 of the bar back into the fridge. and starts to down in lots of water. then you feel bloated. and even shittier. and you end up worse than before.
dont believe in chocolates, they’re lying when they say it makes you feel better.
**i do feel like this impossible girl who people find impossible to get along.
… and. AND. and. i dreamt of him again. ARGHHHH. i think the fault lies in his current re-surface out from Facebook. i tell you facebook is the horror of all. im truly am so glad i do not have an account. i see his pictures and each one feels like a slap across my face. he looks soooooo damn good. :( how can anyone looks this good?
*ROARRRRR*throws tantrum*
i think i know why i dont feel good today.
UPDATE: okay, am feeling a tweet better :) i got mail!!!