I can't rest and I can't get busy. My fever is on and off and on and off and on and off. It just doesn't heal.
And when I go out alone, I get weird smses from Yaya Boy, om f* g, won't you just spare me a moment of peace even at 3am?? Look, I know you're a nice guy to most people but I just don't buy that sort of stuffs. And it's really taboo to chase seniors with lame tactics, U know that?!?!?
And when I go out alone, I get weird stares from pple. Ok I know my f* face is peeling like the f*. Haven't you shed your f* skin before??? It's not like I'm a snake or what. And I'm fat, so what? U haven't seen fat girls in Singapore???
And then there's graduation. I hope you come soon so I won't feel so f* pissed off with this freakin ugly gown. U really spoil my wardrobe extensively.
And then, and then, and then. When will I really give this up? Do you know how much I've been suffering for it? How long more to go on???
Dammnit. C'mon, someone I know just kill me. Please!!
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