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time erases all things.

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i am feeling many many things now. urgh all tht speculations getting me no whr. im not even sure of anything myself. its irks me how everytime after talking t someone i get swayed. ytd roy today wt and it just happens again and again. im so bloody pissed w myself. then just now on th phone, all that gy told me woke up the feeling part of me again. i got jealous. it just doesnt seem just to me. the timings all off wht i shd be doing and wht i shd be not. wht he shd be doing and wht he shd not. he shd not. he shd not. okay now i sound like a control freak. who am i, to judge? but its fricking not right. argh i wanna scream and jump and hit sth till i vent out all these crap. i assure you this is not my pms day. dont push everything t pms just becus im a girl. cus we dont hv so much blood t spare to let it flow 24/7 all thirty days. if we do, the world blood bank wldnt be in such a crisis now. fffffffffffffffff.



i hv no rights t put up th holier than thou airs whn it comes t abstinence from profanities cus today during math paper every single living and functioning braincells screaming
" fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff" so if you were to pluck a loud hailer in then, hohums. like a deer caught in headlights with its pants down. they do enjoy setting papers failing us then yay its time for post mortem again whoopeedoo. and whats more, telling us "sorry we made a mistake. instead of diffrentiating till x^3 we only want up till x^2 for maclaurin's" only after i spent a whole few minutes trying to do out tht tedious sht. you noe how tedious it is with a the sine cosine log and whatnots.


slajgbhnvfglctjreioghqwo;rhpoooo3ingraaaaaaawrffffffffff.
&what is wrong with you. reallyreally. if yre trying playing hard t get or giving me the cold treatment/i am too busy for you. its not working. it is creating adverse effect on me/
im btr off ogling at all th nice stuff in cleo clearing my wardrobe. i need some space to breathe. think. chill.
i dont wanna see you.

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name's chuchu.
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