First, my PSP charger died... Dad's friend sort of fixed it and now it's working... I hope it'll last. Dad said something was dead, so the current loops, you know, in the converter, and it doesn't go into the battery in the PSP. The dead part has now been replaced and now it works. Hahas.

Thanks Dad, and friend!

Secondly, my Pokemon Gold cartridge died! It can no longer save anymore games..... Sobs.... You know, it's my first ever official 100% non-pirate pokemon cartridge in my entire lonesome life... And I worked so hard for it. At first, to even let my dad consider getting it for me, I had to run my 1.6km below 7 minutes. And I was so small that time... I made it... 6min 59sec... And I was so so so relieved. And then dad said I could buy it, but. I can only get a cheap one, that is, those non genuine ones. But I wanted the genuine one... those non-genuine ones have screwed up names and all... I couldn't play it well... So i begged my dad for the non-genuine one which is actually really really expensive. And I finally got it...

And now it's spoilt... Can't work... Can't play...

Sighs... I feel so sad now...

What's worse, Jun Yup helps me by saying that Pokemon is for kids. That it's childish.

I mean, I SO need it to feel better.

I feel like typing this whole huge paragraph about... about I don't know, I wanna vent my anger. I wanna throw the phone on the floor, but I can't because my phone's so precious. I wanna hit someone but I can't hit my parents, and my target isn't around either. And even if my target was around I can't hit because I'd be charged with assault and probably earn myself an assault as well. I wanna scream at someone but I can't because I can't scream at my parents, and my target isn't around. And even if my target was around then I would eventually be treated like I was invisible and nobody was listen to me.

I feel like crying. Supposed to love me but isn't. Instead, insult me, and make me cry. I get so pissed off... I just feel like bashing myself up, to hit myself and all because there's nowhere this anger can go to, nobody who even wanna understand me, and nobody that will care...

I need to start a new diary so I can really write down my thoughts. I can't post them all up here because I'll hurt other people...

I really hate people calling me kiddish or childish for the wrong reasons!
I wanna slap! I wanna slap the person who said that!!! I wanna slap till my hands hurt, till your cheeks are red and swollen, till you know what is the meaning of going too far.

I really hate people saying that!