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Sunday, May 2, 2010 // 7:16 PM

When do you feel like hugging your best friend? When you're in the worst shape. Please don't sing the songs I hate, I miss my best friend who is in Berlin now. I need that asshole. He's not returning soon. I'm not surviving. Not at all. I'm stressed out, thinking about my existence as always. I can't find any reasons for living on earth. It's just meaninglessly boring.

I'm crazy, reasons why are evident. Melissa is playing christmas carols everyday. She needs to listen and blasts 12 days of christmas when bathing. She starts dancing while doing so. It makes her the least bit happier in her ugly world. She lives in her imagination. Yeah, that's my life now. Everyday is December. I'm deluding myself, but I don't care. It makes me feel the least bit better.

I'm planning on failing every single subject already. Pass for what? I feel like skipping school on exam days. Pass or fail, it equates to the same answer. You're not working hard enough, you are a lazy bum. Even if you were to score full marks, it's never enough. I don't know what else to say. Death is definitely the end of everything, but only a coward would control it and choose the time. It's not suicide if you're already dying. HAHA... Yes, yes. Then maybe maybe...

It's fun to destress. Do crazy things. Laugh and cry at the same time. Fold paper hearts and cut them up, to ease heartbreaking pains. I'm gonna do cross stitch. FUCK EVERYONE WHO HATES ME FOR MY PIERCING. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD WHO PIERCED MY EARBONE.