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Saturday, January 23, 2010 // 11:54 PM

This blog is dying soon. I don't have the mood and time to post. Mainly because of the mood issue. Nothing else gets into me. I can't express my feelings at all. It's just stucked there, somewhere. It's constipated in my heart. Well, I lost the only way to vent my anger, we all know what that is. I got the whole world angry with me because of that. Everyone banned me from that like a week ago, and I'm not going to do that again 'cause I promised not to. I'm not gonna break my promise. I promise.

Time pass really slowly when you can't walk properly. That's the lesson learnt. I hate to have my leg limping all the way. Yes. I hate that. So if you still wanna accuse me of stupid things, the wall is always there for you to bang, BITCH. Don't get what it means, then too bad. I don't care. Well, the whole week had been shit to me, I haven't got over him. I don't think I will, soon. That's the worse thing. Don't cry, I won't. Or at least I hope so, because I did cry that day. Stupid me. At least Jake won't be upset if I do that. He claims that he'll be happier if I cry. He says he hates to see me suffering in silence, so I should make noise at let him be upset with me. WHAT A RETARD. Never mind about him, crying did make me feel loads better, least constipated, at least. I finally squeezed tears out. Hopefully I'll be fine. Soon.