i feel like shit.

and of all times to call and nag, is at this time.

thanks to my mum, who called and said, " 10 oclock arh" and made me feel even worse.

i know i've been behaving really badly these few days, but do you even know why? all u know how to do is to poke at my mistakes, using them as little grips to climb to the top of my head. you don't even know whats wrong with me.

all you want to do is to poke out my mistakes though. all you think is ur way of what happened, not listening to my explaination of the stuff that really happened, but ASSUMED that it was the way you thought it was.

you always say that i don't speak in full sentences, what about urself? ur sentences don't even make sense to me now. it's jsut gsbbierh.

how do you expect me to finish all this shit by 10pm 2nite? with u stressing me out like this, not allowing me to do my work in peace? who do you think i am? superwoman?

im not. and for heavens sake. my sch isnt ur old lamma 1970 sch where sch is just shit. mine is shit + more shit. get ur facts right.

blah.

forget it. forget what u just read.

i don't even wanna think abt you.