the fucked up year.
what am i to do?
im sitting on my bed, feeling fucking sore.
am not feeling well. esp after losing money on mahjong, and some arguments with people, not forgetting the bad throat i've got.
i mean,
its really horrible.
i slept at about 10 in the day, and i practically slept through the whole day even when mickey came over and we were supposed to watch beautiful boxer tog.
so, i slept all the way til ten plus at night, and the gang was supposed to hit the clubs tonight, but majority of them didnt have the mood, so yeah. i met chou and john for dinner, then we went to jurong for mahjong. lost a frigging 65 bucks, and wanted to cont poker at jj's place, but there were disagreements.
am super pissed.
picked up an argument with exo and jj after i couldnt play poker.
yeah.
feel fucking sick of the world.
of everyone.
of work,
of school stuff,
of family,
of friends,
of the social life,
of you.
and i thought it was a good year..
im sitting on my bed, feeling fucking sore.
am not feeling well. esp after losing money on mahjong, and some arguments with people, not forgetting the bad throat i've got.
i mean,
its really horrible.
i slept at about 10 in the day, and i practically slept through the whole day even when mickey came over and we were supposed to watch beautiful boxer tog.
so, i slept all the way til ten plus at night, and the gang was supposed to hit the clubs tonight, but majority of them didnt have the mood, so yeah. i met chou and john for dinner, then we went to jurong for mahjong. lost a frigging 65 bucks, and wanted to cont poker at jj's place, but there were disagreements.
am super pissed.
picked up an argument with exo and jj after i couldnt play poker.
yeah.
feel fucking sick of the world.
of everyone.
of work,
of school stuff,
of family,
of friends,
of the social life,
of you.
and i thought it was a good year..

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