i refused/ refuse to talk to them. i need money. i'll get the money first then make them chase me out. crap. i hate life now. now i'm moodless to study for my fucking term test. i'm fucking vulgar these days. crap. they can chase me out for all i care. i'd rather sleep on the streets than to pretend that i'm good at home. sickening. i hate it. i need to work more. hmmmmm. 2 more week then i'll be working everyday. seriously. i will. i need money. i'm so pisseddddddddddddddd with reality. how did i get into this deep shit anyways. stupidly because of a key. fuck. see. this is what you get when you get perfectionist parents. everything must be perfect, flawless. i'll be good for 2 weeks since dear is going to japan for 2 weeks. i be good for that 2 weeks.

anyways, i didn't expect my blog to have readers. anon, thanks huh. :D

i think i shall go off for nap, to my unrealistic happy dreams.