so i had a craving for these recently and voila, my second bro came back home w a box today. HAHA. how unexpected but oh, that's him for you. sadly it's not enough t stop my violent moodswings. oh they're getting from bad t worse. flaring up at my loved ones and yes sadly it includes my b. getting irritated w everything and anything. that includes innocent and random toddlers i see in the public. bitching about friends and acquaintances (which is quite a norm actually) and feeling 100% like a whore and what does a whore does but flirt, scandal around, be unfaithful and fit the bill of a pure blood skank? SHUT UP, don't preach and tell me it's wrong. i know it myself.

day was spent sleeping. gastric pangs, food thats getting (insert english word for Ni), baby putting up w my tantrums and receiving a fair dosage of my cattiness (AND CHAO CHEE BYE MY HP JUST COMMITTED SUICIDE FROM MY BED FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME), fucked up weather, irregular eating times, same old fucks online and i can go on like this forever. i told you i'm having a moodswing.

decisions are indefinite, thoughts are free-flowing but whatever it is i don't want to hurt you. that's the only thing i'm sure of right now. my heart's talking to me and my mind's trying to interrupt. oh girl, tell me what should i do so i won't hurt you? you mean so much more to me than others think, than maybe you yourself think but what is this mess i've gotten myself into, i don't know. it's definitely a wrong time to question me; question us for i have no answers to any of them i'm sure. so why don't you stand by me and perform your role as a girlfriend but don't probe, don't try and venture into my personal space. because when i say i don't want to talk about it with you i mean it and pushing me over my limits will only leave you with nothing but yourself.

i mean it.
and i love you. there's never a doubt behind that.

you know how i feel, i know how you feel. i can't act upon it. at least not yet. i'm sorry.

/edited.

just read b's blog and yes i agree w her stand on her 'friends'. certainly reflects on their maturity and worthiness as friends. don't think about it baby. good riddance i should say. who needs friends like them? we'll get our own. from our own kind. or at least ones who are liberal enough. fuck to all you homophobic cunts. (: and yes b, 'll be your best friend. will you be mine too? (:

and can someone tell me why is it easier to make enemies rather than make friends? i know if i were to write out my hate-list i would have one long enough to reach Mars.