She ain't a diva.

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I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself. If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves. - Michel de Montaigne

Friday, March 12

middle finger *grins

i don't even know how to start
i am pissed and that's quite it
yeah

i hate you you and you
yeah, all of you

:) *im sorry for the ones who's reading this
*you = specifically for someone somewhere around the corner
AHAHA

you, yes you, i hate you
that's the only word i have in mind right now
you're perfect, that i know
everyone likes you, that i know
it's hard to live with you around
why me?
shit you shit to me too ;)
you never care about peoples feeling, do you?
cause since i know you, you never do :)

you, yes you, i hate you too
you are making everything hard
don't make things hard
shit
you are one good liar
putar belit cerita nombor satu

middle finger

nahh
:) 
 now, im not mad anymore

i am me once more


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