You're gonna pass this journal entry, don't you?

Warning: Depressing, offending. Random stuff. Cause when I write this, I am depressed and sleepy, pissed, tired, and frustrated about a lot of things.

If you do read this journal, bless you. Cause I see a lot of poems, journals have very little comments. Its either the work put up is crappy or readers don't bother to comment and just write another journal, hoping someone else would read theirs and comment on it instead.

Sometimes I am guilty of being ignorant readers. But I want you to know that I do read a lot of them. I just don't know what to comment or even too tired to type.

I am sick and tired. I was so enthu about Mibba and Ino. Was. Homework piling up is partly the reason why I slowly lose interest. Yes I know. If I don't like Mibba, why don't I just fuck off somewhere right? Why do I waste my time here talking and ranting about it?

I should really stop trying to please people. Its disgusting. I feel so used emotionally.

I don't know the reason why either. I don't hate Mibba or Ino. I still love the websites. Just that my motivation to even update my story has been decreasing drastically.

Am I depressed? I don't have the appetite to eat, I am so tired but I don't want to sleep, I have recurring thoughts of cutting.. and even jumping off the building. I feel sad so often, sometimes not knowing why either.

Maybe I am just tired.

I am so sick of being so sad, tired and pissed. i am so tired. I just wish that somehow school can stop giving homework, and have competitions for students, who can raise their hands up high to answer the question, for revision.

Family problems? Don't even mention it. I could just go on and on all day long. Bloody hell.

Media. A temporary soothing escape. From the pain of my daily lives. Which includes my beloved My Chemical Romance. A temporary soothing escape. My Chemical Romance is a good band, saving lives and improving other people's lives. Its just that their music is not really up to my liking. No, don't come here and insult and rant about how I am not a good MCR fan. I love them, each and every one of them as individuals, but as time passes by, so does my music preferences. For now, my liking of MCR is slipping. But not my love for the band members.

I hate literature journals in my class. Literature journals is so taxing and tedious. I hate it. I don't wanna do it at all. But gr... The thought of failing is unbearable.

X(

I dislike my house. I want to buy a new house when I grow up and live on my own. I even dream of having my own room. Yeah, I don't have my own room. My privacy is always invaded. My indulgence for privacy can only be found in the toilet. Outside the toilet, all eyes on me.

Bleh.

Oh how I wish I could escape forever.

Is anyone scared of guys? Cause I do. I like guys but scared. I have this weird thinking that all they want is physical stuff, if you know what i mean. But of course, guys don't always think like that. My brain is backfiring on me.

I fear sexual perversion. If anyone were to do anything funny against my will, I would have no regrets killing them.

Friends are going in and out of my life. As though I am a bus stop and they just stop by to ask for something. Weird glances and indirect bluntness. Gahh.

Bitches love gossips. And yes, I am becoming a stupid bitch gossiping behind people's back. I hope one day I could be the brave bitch that goes to the person directly and tell them off.

ONE HAPPY STUFF.

I finally passed MY NAFA fitness test. WHEEEE! WOOOHOOOO!!!

Its not a must to comment. But I hope you do.

Cause every comment, helps put my sadness further away.