tudae got meeting. nth much la. tok here n dere. wasnt reali much bout me. but i gues it was useful. i was rong abt certain ppl. sori. i stereotype too much. =/

im not hapi. mr.stix. one last chance. ONE last. the girl flirt wid him again tudae. omg. she cant get any cheaper, can she. i cant believe im even her fren.. she drains me. but to tink of it. its mi fault. for not admitting certain facts. i wud hev kicked de girl upside dwn if mr. stix was mine. but dere is absolutely nth dat i can do. if i dun sae anithin, i'll suffer. if i do sumthin, hmmmm. wat IF i do sumthin abt it.. wat if i told him dat reali, he himself is mr. stix. but no. i dun wanna. i dun ever wanna.

me n ili was talkin. how im nt hapi wid de world. u see, i cant stand girls wid long sch skirts. n i cant stan girls wid super short sch skirts. so wad DO i want. i cant stand ppl wid ugly shoes. i cant stan ppl in chuck taylors too. so wad DO i want. but i noe its jus jealousy dat dey hev nice sneaks. i cant stand ppl hu dun listen to green day. yet i cant stand ppl liking their singles onli. its freakin irritating. so wad DO i want, again? i duno. deres a whole lot more of dese where it came frm. so wats rong wid me. i jus cant make me hapi, can i. one more. i hate angelina jolie. ive hated her since i saw her atrocious bulging lips. i hate ppl hu luv her. n i hate ppl hu hate her jus becos of de jen-brad fiasco. so..oh..trend! lyk, c'mon evribody! lets all hate angelina. u noe wat i mean? no? den dats ur prob. i jus cant stand de ppl aroun me. so dun blame me if i go all quiet. cant i jus tink? n stop askin me if im ok. cos im NOT. i nvr was. i nvr was hapy to begin wid. im all pretentious, reali. de onli time im hapi is wen im wid mr. stix n wen i see gw. n wen i spend time wid mi grrls. im all pretend, then. arent i? so watcha gonna do abt it.

arrgghh. im stil confused. mebbe not as so confused as before i knew all abt it. dey wrote terbakar a song again. i duno wat to react. its mean fun. i feel guilty. but u noe..i try to push de whole matter to another vacant side of mi brain. n now im all weird wid terbakar. sigh. its sadistic, life is..

u noe wat keeps me alive? love. TRE. my dreamworld. it doesn hurt anione rite. so wats UR problem if i hev mi own dreamworld. its none of ur business. im sori. wad is rong wid me? shoot me somebodi. pls. wait. gimme ten more years.

i dun feel lyk goin de cross country tmr. got GD on vh1. =(( sux. sux sux sux sux. i wil miss tre. of all daes. hmph. DAMN. i luv tre so muchh!

im tired. ive got hw to do. get lost. get out. shoo. ciao-