Just a typical secondary four girl living in a world of stress and torture. life cannot get worse. fortunatly, i have many good friends who help me along the way. also, someone that i really hold dear to my heart together with my friends
i'm so glad to have that person in my life who's always there for me, picking me up when i fall, shining light onto my darkest moments
i just love you guys oh so much hope you will have a fun time!

new theory.

love is a feeling inexplicable by words, a feeling to complicated for some to comprehend.

honestly. dont tell me you care about me and i apparently dont need this person to get love and attention from.

i do. just because you didnt have it doesnt mean i shouldnt have my rights in getting love. if you truely care about me, why cant you just trust that i know what i'm doing with my already fucked up life?
dont tell me about friends. i have friends. i appreciate them. i really do. they accept me for who i am, emo all. if you cant. just fuck off. okay? leave me and my life alone.

i have my friends and him.

people that have never been concerned about me are suddenly asking how my day was. yeah right. i dont know if this is just a show but yeah. i know the possibility of it being just a show is probably 90%? or maybe its san fen zhong re du. its always short lived.

stop pretending to care just because you dont want me to embarass you. i have my problems but i never will include or bring my family into my fucked up shit. i know what i can and cant do. even if i do, all of you will just not believe me, or give me that 'i'm paying attention but who the fuck cares about what you say' kind of look.

its seriously damn irritating and yupp, i just wanna smack your face when i see that.

dont think that you can be as close to me as my friends. dont think that just because i have a special someone now you can use that to your advantage. no. i know he will stand by me. and why do i know that? hah! its cuz we can brave everything together. you have no idea what shit i went together with him. if you think its just petty problems like not enough attention and parents calling up to scold, its so much more than that. YOU'LL BE SCARED OUT OF YOUR FUCKING GAY PANTS WHEN I TELL YOU.

oh wait. you wont believe me anyway.

you'll never be as close to me as my friends or him. so stop trying. stop pretending like you even give a damn. please. its disgusting.

i could have been close to you, or rather i was. but! hoho. you just brought it to a whole new level. i trust that you're not reading my blog cuz yeah, after all the cursing and swearing at you people, i'm surprised that no one has called my parents or me to scold me. hahas!

even if that happens, i'll still continue bitching. my blog my rules. deal with it fuckers. if not just click on that nice red box with a cross at the upper right hand corner of your screen.

yes, i do bear grudges. new huh? not the nice and polite chinara you knew? yupp the word is 'knew' here. so yeah. past tense.