Stomach ache.
Gastric. I don't understand why, I'm not even fucking hungry.
And I ate breakfast.
But I don't care.
Fuck it, really.
I'm pissed off.
Like, really, wtf?
Such a hypocrite you are.
Never mind. Blogs aren't for venting.
I want wordpress.
But there aren't any nice templates.
So screw it, I'll wait until something nice comes along.
I'm not even going to apologise for my vulgarness, because if you were me, you'd be equally as pissed off.
Can't Beile just fucking stop dancing and talking so loudly?
Does he honestly have to be so loud?
Eh, forget it, I'm going to by a drink.
By myself, I might add.
Goodbye.
xxxx
Spent 50cents on a packet of soya bean.
Came back up.
Changed the wordings on my blogskin.
They sounded cool.
Gastric's improved, now I need the toilet, but I'm not going.
Scratch that, it's still there. Well, fuck it, I'm not going down again.
Plus, recess' over, it's free period.
I wanna go home.
I wanna talk to Effy.
I wanna talk to Surekha.
I wanna talk to Chechi.
I want my Mummy.
Goodbye.
Again.
