Dreamer

i hate guys.

and i'm writing a letter to tell you exactly how i feel, and then some more, and it's not the 'oh i want you back i miss you' kind. FUCK.

ten things i hate about you. i topped miley cyrus.

SO THERE.

but whether i manage to give it to him is another thing. i think i'll prefer to @&$@*$)(@*! in his face myself. then we'll probably end up not talking forever. fuck one. and i'm those kind who won't remember if someone did something wrong to me, if i'm angry or what. not saying that i'm forgiving or what, i think it's just that i have a really bad memory for these kind, i bet if i can remember i'll be much better at arguing with someone when it comes to what they did wrong. forever losing my points about the whole thing then it will end up like i'm some retard who forgot that she's angry in the middle of a supposed quarrel. not only talking about recently. aiya fuck la. damn pissed off idk why moodswing i think.

oh ya dinner with the cousins was great. shall talk about it when i'm not so disgusted with myself. fucking turned off i swear.

ps: i decided to type it down. so so so so so much easier.


bye.