Hello, my name is paper and I am a piece of paper.
My purpose is to have people write on me and to be printed by printers.
I like the smell of wood because it smells like my parents.
My ambition is to be thrown away and recycled.
(lmao i don't know what to put in here, so thanks Claire for the message.)
heyy.. i guess i'm feelin super emo now.. haix.. i dunno y.. bt i guess aft so many things dat haf happened these few days altho most of it dun reali involve me.. is juz dat it reali kinda affected me and made me tink alot.. my tots are lyk wanderin al over th place.. i dunno y oso.. and th best thing is i'm
not gettin depressed again? oh well.. seriously i'm nt feelin anyway gd..
anw.. anet bought me miniture ferrero rocher.. thanks alot gurl.. i was seriously touched dat u tot of me.. yepp.. today was juz another day of th career seminar.. sum polys came and started introducin their polys to us.. well.. i'm stil nt sure wher i wanna go.. dun reali wanna blog bout wat happened etc.. bt i'll juz say bout th train story dat mrs choy gave us in th end of th career seminar.. i tink dat story was fantastic.. and well.. it made me ponder in my tots again.. :\ youth day celebration as usual.. and we went j8 aftwards.. kaes.. dat's juz today i guess.. i'm nt reali veri interested to rite wat's happenin.. i'm mor interested to rite wat i'm feelin..
*haix.. i tink i'm startin to lose trust and confidence towards guys.. i dunno y.. mayb bcuz of al th sudden spate of events dat happen.. i owax feel sad for girls hu get dump by guys juz lyk dat.. and now.. i reali tink dat guys are so.. fickle.. seriously.. i dun tink they reali treasure their girlfriends aft sum time.. they juz treat them lyk sum sort of toy and dump them when they get tired of it.. oh well.. i'm nt gonna start a war for me and th guys.. this is juz wat i feel.. if u treat it as an eyesore.. en juz leave.. i dun gif a damn.. anw.. dun blame me for tinkin lyk dat.. cuz i've seen alot of xamples.. i'm nt tryin to say dat girls are oso perfect or wat.. bt.. y does it seem to me lyk girls put mor into their relationships and everythin and guys.. are san fen zhong re du.. even if they break.. they'll b juz so
"BRAVE" to carry on and find sum1 new.. whereas is one whole another thing for girls.. well.. mayb nt for al girls.. bt for th majority i guess.. to those dat i noe.. i suddenly feel so afraid and so no confidence.. lyk isn't ther any decent 1 ther.. aren't we suppose to b th apple mac notebk and th guys are th typewriters accordin to dat girls tok? y do typewriters lyk to hurt notebooks? is nt makin sense isn't it? oh well.. i dunno oso.. i'm juz feelin alot of tots.. sumtimes guys are juz too insensitive to noe or even feel or dun even care how th girls are feelin.. well.. sumtimes.. u ppl are bastards.. and sumtimes u tink we are bitches.. dat's th different of th 2 viewpts i guess.. :*and i dunno wat's happenin to us.. i'm gettin sick of tokin to u.. y can't u tok to me nicely instead of owax kpkb me and en u owax care bout tokin bout wat happen to u and i juz wanna tel u sumthings of wat happen to me and u tel me u dun bother.. u self centered ass.. th world's nt bout u onli.. now.. it makes me even feel i dun c th reason to keep complyin.. and u treat me for granted as owax so y do i wanna keep on treatin u so nicely.. u tell me bout other girls juz ur aim to make me feel
jealous?! i'm tired.. i tink i reali gt enuff..
u pple are th 1s hu start makin me feel so sick.. so tired.. so no trust..
and thanks alot my parents.. u ppl make me even wanna break out in my tears.. i doubt ual even noe dat i'm feelin terrible lyk sum shit and i nid sum bloggin to get sumthings off my chest.. thanks for scoldin me again and again and tink dat i dun tink well for myself and tink dat i dun care bout my studies and start comparin me wid ppl.. thanks ALOT for makin me feel mor terrible.. :\