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I'm late for school
I'm supposed to be making my way to school right now, but I'm not because I can't get out of house yet. Face is ugly now, and I have to settle some matters on the phone before leaving (yea, that is what I mean, babyboy.) I can't go yet until I settle this shit.

Shit, is a good word to describe it. Because firstly, that is what I feel like right now. And secondly, it stinks to have to deal with it. Thirdly coz you can never stop anyone from shitting coz that's called constipation.

On this very day, I'm being reminded how living in this world can be a pain in the ass. Not like I chose to be here, I just am here. But having already been here, I should be entitled to my rights and my own selfishness. I should have some value. And so far, it's been dismal. Everyone just expects me to do things, and they aren't very willing when I expect things from them. Ironic, isn't it that they expect leaps and bounds from me, yet I can't even expect them to be... well, normal.

In all honesty, feeling lousy right now. I got pissed just now and threw my comb. I wished I had something more epic to throw. That would be a good way to vent my frustrations, other than trying to bruise myself on the wall by punching it. I heard it makes you bleed too. Too much trouble to clean it up later.

And it all feels like you're the one being shortchanged in all of these. Like, sacrifices cost more than what they reap and you regret. You regret agreeing to all this crap because it's hurting you now more than ever. You wonder why others are smiling when you are the one who should have been. And when they frown at your sacrifice you just feel like beating the shit out of them.
I'm the one who is hurting now, not you. Don't you dare complain. -That's what I feel like now.
Hate them all for doing this to cause this to me.

For once I feel like my tears be seen and my cries be heard. When I deal with all of these behind everyone so they think I'm strong and I'm happy. No, I'm not. I'm breaking myself everyday so you won't be able to break me. So that I seem strong.

I know I am. I just don't want to be that anymore.

it's 2:39 PM now on Tuesday, July 26, 2011



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