as every single thing in my life is screwing up, i rock myself back and forth, chanting
"it's all gonna be okay" in my mind.
sometimes self-denial works best.
sometimes.
i still haven't finished reading october's issue of teen vogue. have i really been that busy? no, i haven't. i've been rotting at home everyday, cancelling plans last minute and sleeping my holidays away. urghs.
i can't wait for tomorrow, though. i'm meeting my favourite girls which means that the fab four is having a reunion outing. movie, followed by loads of catching up, and finally, break fast at pizza hut. (: if nobody can do a perfect job of cheering up the sad/emo/pms-y shareefah, the girls can. (:
so i'm looking forward to meeting them tomorrow.
that's for sure.
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you: every single time i try to tell you something, you amplify its magnitude by 2193784637265 times by making me feel like shit. well perhaps i'm tired of feeling like shit. even if it's my fault. but what i do know in this instance? that it's not my fault that he was insensitive, it's not my fault that he isn't smart enough to know that when a person is sad, she's vulnerable.
ugh. fuck it lah.
whatever the fuck is, i'm sorry.
to everybody and anybody reading this.
how i wished i were blair waldorf. i'd like it if i could take a private jet plane right now. to france or something. to just escape everything that's happening. the lies that are happening right in front of my face. the truth that's at the tip of my tongue... i can't face any of this much longer.
could you please tell me if you're buying me gossip girl dvds? cause if you're not, i'll be heading over to hmv soon. i always knew i'd have to rely on myself. an ex-best friend taught me that valuable lesson. hahs.
ouh you! thanks.. i appreciate you staying up to calm me down after i started crying like a mofo who's on fire yesterday night. you did make me smile. and i thank you for that. (:
back to gossip girl.
and he's still m.i.a.
p/s: baby, where are you?
