Hey freaks.

I'm in a super-duper-muper-luper bad mood at the moment. Yes, in short, I'm extremely flamed. Once a person gets in my way, I will poke your eyeballs & kick your balls. Don't ever underestimate a shorty.

To think calling me names is funny, that's weird. My father called me alot of names & whenever Mama & him are talking about stuffs, I'll always be the one with the bad impression. Whenever Papa spoke about this, Mama would keep quiet & look at me. I'll look the other way, & I knew she could sense that I'm holding back my tears. I'm cry really easily, call me emotional.

Why must it be me? Why shouldn't it be someone else? Asshole.

Pardon me for all these shits I've blabbered. As told by everybody else, this is just a phrase of life that I have to go through. It's definitely understood that spouting vulgarities & other stuffs won't bring me good but I just think that makes me feel better.

I'm waiting impatiently for 240808. I'm gonna be a happy goober for that day.