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Friday, May 7, 2010 // 2:33 PM

As crappy as life can be, we have to live it. No choice, unless we're cowards and we're gonna kill ourselves to not feel crappy and shitty. Well, examinations drove me crazy, I'm flunking almost everything, thank God today's math was not that hard, the easy but tricky type. Made loads of stupid mistakes despite checking through more than a thousand times as usual. At least I won't fail this paper.

Obviously my mood has been really bad since yesterday, I couldn't fall asleep till late late night, or should I say, early early in the morning? Yeah, it suck, no doubt. I'm still considering whether to risk to make my mood worse for E math paper 2 and A math paper or wait awhile more with the bad mood now and settle this stupid problem now, okay, it's not my problem. Well, I still hate being hypocrite, people know right? I hate you, then I write that 3 words on my face when I see you. As simple as that. Jake wants to try how it feels to be hated by me. *rolls eye* Boy, I love you too much bestie, so stop TRYING to make me hate you. It won't work. 7 years of friendship. AHAHAHA... Don't try anything funny. I'll kill you. I'm gonna have serious discussions about this. I feel stupid for not knowing how to handle it. I'm gonna learn how to be selfish this time round, hopefully. I'm sick of it all, to pretend to be okay just so that people don't get to find out they've hurt you badly. Fuck it, and don't be so considerate. 'Cause after all of these 'protections' you're the one getting all the hurt. No wonder I love to scream at Jake and he yells at me all the time. If saying I hate you best friend, I love you no more was easy, I won't be so affected. And Jake won't have to listen to me cry all the time right? HAHA... I kinda miss Ian now, he's still not back yet. He's in Tacoma now. Sucks. 4 years since I saw him. God, tuition time. ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS. Yeah, FML.

PS. I still want to marry a pilot. IDK WHY. Haha... LOL TTM.