Thursday, October 05, 2006
MoroseLi Ying refers to me as the 36 kg girl with skinny legs. Lets correct that, I, Jihan am 42 kg (I dropped 3 kg okiesh) and yes I have non-existing calves. So what? I fuckin love it. Gah. So Im skinny, and not to add that im fuckin heading into obesity?!!? Stupid macha with the name 'Giggs' Dei Macha! Please larh!
I feel so utterly depressed, and euphoric Jihan is officially gone. I feel so fucked up, and Fuck You, yes You.
Gah, Im typing sentences and then contemplating, before I fkin delete them all over again. And yes, Cheri you can go and fkin bash him up now. Screw my attempt on holding off swearing. I am pist off, screwed up and feeling so blady bitchy. I feel like Im about to explode like a fkin nitroglycerin bomb. Im contemplating suicide as I type this post with Cheri sitting right beside me because there's too many fkin typo error(s)?
Meh, and to add I feel so emo. Something very foreign to me but something too familiar in Cheri's dictionary. I am about this close to start head-banging on the damn keyboard. Gah, I dont need a man to make me happy but apparently Cheri does. And Im wondering again, Why am I her friend?
Like Reubs said, J, your life doesnt depend on someone to love. So maybe if i crush that statement and stuff it into Cheri's ears she'll stop being so blady Emo and not drag me into her pool of emo-ness and instead let me rot here in my suicidal faze. (Its just an expression okay) Sheesh.
Okay now, Im going to bang my head against the wall.
P.s- Someone pls drown me in a tub of mint choc chip, baskin robbins ice cream.