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.)
Thursday, August 24, 2006
is 12.30am and here i am bloggin when i'm supposed to finish my math paper 2.. well.. i'm sori.. bt my mood gt seriously affected again.. :\ haix.. i didn't noe dat my dad cld make such a big impact in my life.. well.. he scolded me again.. and this time is cuz i was on th phone.. zzz.. i seriously dun understand wat th parents are tinkin.. i tok b4 doin my work they scold en i tok aft i finish my work they oso scold.. wtf.. arrrgh.. and en now even th keyboard oso wanna cum find trouble.. th bloody exclaimation mark key is nt workin.. *&^%$#.. haix.. is lyk i did 2h of work b4 i tok on th phone for lyk onli 15mins and en u cum and scold me and threaten to take my phone away and say dat u're veri disappointed in me.. lyk screw u.. th ratio of i doin my work and tokin on th phone is lyk
1:6 plz.. i reali dun noe wat u wan me to do.. isolate myself fr everybody and cut myself away fr my social circle b4 u're happy iszit? arrrgh.. can u at least try to b mor understandin and understand.. is nt as if i neva tel u dat i like to tok on th phone and is a de stressin way for me.. looks lyk nth get into dat damn brain of urs huh.. thanks for affectin me so much dat u made me feel lyk cryin again and nt feelin lyk continuin my work and bloggin at sum veri ulu time which i've nt done dat for a veri long time.. zzz.. nth's goin rite lurhs.. wth.. i'm feelin freaking down now.. i feel lyk every1's opposin me.. i feel lyk so freakingly helpless.. i feel lyk i'm such a self-pathetic idiot whinin here non stop.. i feel lyk juz bangin my head on th wall and die and neva wake up.. arrrgh.. i'm so sick of quarrelin wid ual.. it keeps happenin these few days until i reali feel lyk juz pack my bag and get out of this family and b done wid it.. bloody hormones.. bloody insensitiveness.. fuck this whole world.. fuck everythin.. u c, i wan use exclaimation mark to vent it out oso can't.. fuck this bloody keyboard too..
and so much for trustin God, i prayed to him dat i wun get caught tokin on th phone and in th end i stil did.. wth..
i dunno wad's seriously wrong wid me bt i'm makin this whole bloody freakin thing a mountain out of a molehill and makin a big hulabaloo out of nth.. i reali shld bang myself and die.. )':