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Thursday, April 15, 2010 // 10:44 PM

I don't know what to do, I really don't. So stop asking me. The mistakes I've made are really unforgivable. I don't know why I've said that out when I fainted. I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe it's true that I'm insane. I hope it's true so I shirk all responsibility when I screw up. That's gonna be soon. I know it's gonna be soon.

Always, times like these makes me miss Jake's bear hugs. Too bad he's in Essex now. Haha... The only person who will call from South Africa to Singapore when he's best friend is broken. Well too bad he's the only human that makes me feel better when I'm down. No wonder the 7 year best friend relationship is still strong. Talked to Jesse a bit, he wants to be my counsellor. Another asshole-like bitch who loves to gossip with me. It makes him a girl. Distracted me for a while. Gossiped about lotsa stuff, from choir especially. He's trying to tell me how some girls are never too attractive for him. And about a slut who has a boyfriend and now says that she likes him. Pisses me off. I pity her boyfriend, my good friend. Jesse says she's gonna turn in a prostitute to get him. I want to see that happen.

Today's a bad day. I can't focus and think properly. What's wrong with me? IDK. I don't know. I need to break down in someone's arms soon. Before I really go mad. MYE IS STARTING ON 27/4. DIE!