My heart is aching
My heart is cursing
My heart is swearing
My heart is squeezing pain
How stupid can i get..
That i actually expected such thing wouldnt have happen to me..
Indeed i'm wrong..
Super wrong..
That Son of the bitch person who stole my bag..
Seriously!
What's so good about my bag?
But yea thanks to YOU
I have to replace my SNB CERT/Staff Pass/Name Tag/Name Chop
There goes my new bought perfume!
There goes my Creative Zen MP4!
There goes my new bought diary with my dearest frens and sis Poloroid Pic!
And my new PENS!!
I'm vulgar and defensive when i am angry
This is me..
Inregardless of anyone..
Do not rub on my wound..
Do not and i really mean do not..
RUB ON MY WOUND!
You wouldnt want to see me snapping right at your face..
Dont go the tactic of
'How careless/ you shouldnt have left your bag there'
I KNOW!!
The last thing to hear is to REMIND ME OF THAT!
So yea unless you seriously know how i handle my feelings..
Please dont assume that i am alright..
I AM NOT!
And i aint making any noise about it..
I see no point..
So just leave me alone..
Leave me to my usual self..
Of
Shelling up...
I believe this feeling will die off soon..
Just a matter of when...
So if i really do snap at you..
I apologise..
I'm just in a lousy mood..
Perfectionist
♥ 2:03 PM
