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infuriating events

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I am SO irritated by incidents after incidents, crap after crap.

They snowballed and is giving me a giant headache.

You know how sometimes when you're attached, your partner would force you to make reports on where you've been and what you've done?

What if..........

The same actions were done, but not by your partner, rather by just a normal friend?

I hate being forced to explain my actions.

I don't probe into your business, why should you care about mine?

The rubber band's about to snap. There's a tight grip on my throat threatening to suffocate me. Feels like being locked up.

YOU GET WHAT I MEAN??

I WANNA CHOP UP YOUR BODY AND HANG YOUR INTESTINES AROUND LIKE XMAS DECORATION IN GORY FORM FUCK YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself