alone, again :(

k's going to singapore. for that paramore concert.
boy, i envy her.
and i'm gonna be stuck with the cabbit and the pinks.
D:
i can't live like that.
it's torture.

phoebe's lying. she doesn't really want to see me.
she just want to stop me from emo-ing.
if she really misses me, she would have at least messaged me or write on my wall in fb.
but nooo );

sounds like a whole lotta crap.
but it's true. and if you don't like it, i don't care.
and that cadbury again.
that feeling that makes me put down myself. criticize myself all over and over again.
so what, if he isn't perfect? at least he's perfect to me.
im not perfect either but i'm a whole lotta worse than him. i suck at everything.
EVERYTHING.

i wish i die early.