| Monday, May 19, 2008 |
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thanks for referring to me as "your asshole sister", mum. always the polite, courteous and respectful one, aren't you? hah. i know i'm a disappointment, alright. but this? as often as i've said you were being a bitch, that's it. i only said you were BEING a bitch. not that you are one. but whatever. i can't type anymore. i just don't know what else to say. oh. and if you tell me that everything i do/show/say/portray reflects back on you again, i swear i'm gonna scream. who the hell's gonna look at me slacking and think "oh, she's slacking cos her mum/dad never taught her better"? YEAH RIGHT. |
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Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly, someone you could bring home to meet mom with. |
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