Saturday, July 12, 2008 @ 4:42 PM
A place which's so big yet I'll bump into WS.
Yes, miracle to me.
Yaya. THIS'S MY FAULT.
Dad's fault, Pms's fault.
I know I shouldn't fucking blame anybody.
I know I shouldn't fucking blame anybody.
But as you know, when girls've pms, they don't feel good.
Yet, Dad can't be more understanding.
This's so, can't take it, worst attitude ever.
This's so, can't take it, worst attitude ever.
And even when I need help from him, yesterday.
Which I don't even wish to mention, he's unwilling to fetch me home.
This's really so saddening which breaks my heart so damn effing much.
Why do I've this kind of Dad? Tell me WHY?
Which's so inhumane and so unkind.
Which's so inhumane and so unkind.
Even when Grandma needs to go hospital, he fucking rejected.
Hell Good. Thumbs down! __
I don't want to be so independent, cause sometimes even my bicycle doesn't help.
The more I rushed, the more chances I'll get accident.
Which I wish and don't wish it happens to me.
But if I'm to board bus everyday to school, it's a waste of money.
Count the amount I'll use if I'm to take bus to school from Monday to Friday.
And imagine the crowd in the bus, I hate.
Who doesn't hate anyway?
Who doesn't hate anyway?
It does make every single human fucked-up, when the bus's crowded.
And its very fucked-up, when people step your shoe, push you around and so on.
You know the situation, for those who've been in crowded bus with your big bag behind or at the side.
The most I hate it is, when I'm going to be late.
I rush like a mad dog by bicycle and looks like a fucking attention-seeker.
The feelings; SUCKS-
I rush like a mad dog by bicycle and looks like a fucking attention-seeker.
The feelings; SUCKS-
And you know IT DO SUCKS ALOT.
I feel so vulnerable.
