Aaaah, sweet, sweet friends..

Wish you guys could all just accept me for who I am.

I know I don't really speak in the same lingo and jargon that you guys use, but I still am human, so don't fucking shun me away, for goodness' sakes.

Ahh, I wish they're more open-minded instead of gutter-minded.

It's no fun talking to sewers, right?

Anyways, I feel so blahh today, thinking about my old friends, how we were so awesome together, me not needing to try and change myself, me eating whatever I want and people not caring much, people not making fun of my braces( I mean- really. What's the fucking joke about it, I don't get it.)

I'm listening to Day 'n Nite by Kid Cudi, and it's not really helping the mood, is it? Haha. [:

I love myself for being original, for liking who I am, for loving my own music taste, but they have to respect my shit too, if they force me to listen to fucking Justin Bieber every effing moment and those ugly old Malay songs. UGLY.

Ugh.

I don't even know why am I so angry, I'm just so tired of crying at night, being shitty everyday when guys give me the weird looks every class I go to, and I thought college guys are a bit more matured? Not even close.

How the fuck am I supposed to forget about my ex if there's nobody here that even looks me in the face and say "hi" in a normal tone, instead of making those strange faces?

Plus..

My mom's short of cha-ching.

One of the reasons why I cry at night anyways.

And one other thing I don't understand about the Malays. Why can't they brave up and say what they think in a matured way and not gossip? And like, being able to say, "I'm sorry.." to a person, to a friend?

Yeah, those are like, dreams that will never come true, huh.

And, when I came back home a while ago, I almost cried out of joy of the familiarity.

I don't ever want to sell this house. I love it too much, so many memories. Too many memories.

I just wish people wouldn't change in such a horrible manner.

I just wish..

Here's how it all falls into place.

I shall not speak, and shall not talk about it.

Eh, nothing interests me here, nothing at all.


Tony claims that I make him happy.




So's I, so's I.