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FML,
Sunday, June 27, 2010 // 10:30 PM

Oh yeah, FUCKMYLIFE. Life sucks, I'm still rushing out all my homework. My math is in a mess, all my heymath stuff's undone. Good thing deadline's not over yet. I'm so gonna die. Lost my math quizzes. I'm gonna die at this rate. I'm gonna rush out my e-math for tomorrow. I'm gonna commit suicide soon.

No, I'm gonna calm down. There's gonna be band tomorrow, I don't wanna faint, so no panicking. I'll hate semester 2, because we have 5 periods of chinese on Monday, I'm gonna die. I'll die. I hate school, as always, but more, NOW. The only bearable thing is Biology now. I'm gonna kill myself soon, or the stress's gonna kill me soon enough when school starts.

I'm thinking of all the rubbish now, I wanna die. Why can't my fucking brain function a little better for an hour or two. I wanna kill myself right this second. FML. I don't know how I'm gonna survive school, seriously. If you wanna know the answer, frankly, it sucks to have your heart dead and you yourself being alive. I wonder how retarded I look to anyone who's seen me doing those things for the past almost-6 months. I'm gonna look stupid dumb and retarded again. I.WANT.TO.DIE.RIGHT.THIS.SECOND.