Saturday, March 22, 2008

Spinning: It's Not Over - Chris Daughtry
Time: 10.47pm
Mood: SUPER DUPER ANGRY AND HIGHLY IRRITATED

fuck, i tell you. BLOODY FUCK.

i woke up in the morning to find myself suffering from a running tap alike nose and popped more than 5 flu tablets and those medications are not effective at all. fever subsided but in exchanged for flu. what the hell.

and though i'm really sick and wish to stay home to rest. i could feel that you really wanted me to meet up after the fierce fight for five days. so, being a good girlfriend, i try my very best to compromise. wasn't i good enough, i accompanied you over the phone from 9pm to 5am in the morning when i should be resting away? you wanted me to stay over so i gave in, suggesting that we meet in the evening then i'll stay over at your place and you agreed. but now? what are you doing again?! i waited and waited, anticipating for the meet up and what's now! testing my patience! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FUCKING TRYING TO DO?! i don't wanna use vulgarities on you, BUT I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER, YOU SON OF A BITCH.

you better give me a good explanation this time round, if not i'm not gonna let you off easily. asshole indeed. it's not that i love throw my fucking temper around, i don't like to do that to another one, especially my family and partner. i don't care its intentional or unintentional. you didn't honour your words and that's wrong. FUCK YOU, GO DIE LAH. YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD, FUCKER.

being sick is miserable enough and yet you gotta rub some salt on my wound by adding a couple of negative emotions to my unhappiness.

FUCK THE HELL OUT OF YOU, JERK. I HATE YOU TO THE CORE. YOU BETTER LEARN TO BE SORRY. OR I'M DONE WITH YOU, DICKHEAD.

fuck my flu also.

loved on 1:57 PM