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Tired swollen eyes,
Sunday, November 21, 2010 // 8:35 PM

As the title suggests, you all should be able to tell what I've been doing for the past not-so-good few days. It doesn't matter. Nobody cares anyway. I don't too. HAHA. That's kinda pathetic, but never mind. I'm not gorging myself down with food or starving myself, which is very weird. It's the holidays for goodness sake. I don't feel hungry. Chocolates don't make me salivate. I'm never hungry, because I eat rubbish food that aren't appetizing. Rubbish food, not fastfood. It just mean they taste rubbish-like. The only normal thing I still eat is Subway. That is something I definitely can't live without. I'm going to Starbucks soon, for good quality coffee. Actually, I want the whipped cream. I have no idea why I love whipped cream so much. Maybe it's the fact that it's freaking fattening.

My blog is really really dead and rotting. Even when I'm trying to post (like now) I can't stop checking my tumblr. I have 11 followers. Yeah, that's kinda pathetic, others have hundreds. It's been months I have a tumblr already. Well, not everybody can be good at it I guess. It's just too bad I'm not good at anything besides being a klutz. Imma do something more productive like get out of the house and exercise because I'm fat. It's really ironic how I love whipped cream, the most fattening thing ever. I'm already very fat and I'm allergic to milk. It's just weird. Speaking of getting out of my house, there's really nothing to do. Since I'm single and totally friendless, there is really no need to go for christmas shopping. It doesn't have masochism in it. Yes, it's painful to remind myself how damn lonely I am, but I don't feel the pleasure in that pain. There's absolutely no need to but anything for anyone, since I have no friends, but it's just weird to not spend in the holiday season. Maybe buying christmas presents just give me a reason to splurge and spend unnecessarily. I have nothing to buy myself too, since my closet is already filled with a lot of new clothes I grabbed from the end season sales. That's just BORING. It's not something new though, I have always had a boring life. And I've always been boring anyway. I'll just find something to do, besides my homework, of course. I'll most prolly only do my tuition homework. Yeah, I'm a SLACKER.