Tuesday, March 29, 2005
all the riches baby, won't mean anything
All the riches baby, don't bring what your love can bring
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby
Your lovin' is better than gold and I know
i love this song.
okays. bitches. you should just get lost and fuck out of my life.you know what. you guys really need to think about it before you ppls came to me blabbering nonsense. sigh. pathetic losers. it a waste to be in the earth.you ppls just contaminate the world. and it bad.task task. you know who i am refering to. you know is you .if you ever read this post.and dont make me shout .cause if you do. i really will hate you then dont come ask me for my forgiveness.dont . cause i will never ever FORGIVE YOU!had pe today.as usual. it sucks.really should get me out of there. i had muscle cramps in my legs. damn painful. sigh. just trying too hard to get my goals and i pull myself and my legs got cramps. it was so painful. i almost shout out loud.had science after that. prettaye much okays except the fact that some i dont understand other than that. it fine.recess.saw blue house shirt. it so ugly gosh. i think last year one was so much better. luckily. i didnt buy.hahas.
oh yah. check the class t-shirt price. it cost twenty bucks per shirt.hmm.. i think is worth it as long as it nice it doesnt matter how expensive it is. but we have to change it.sigh. the other one wasnt that nice. wells.you peoples decide. and let me know.and thats exams are coming and i'm just slacking like hell. like i'm too tired to even study. sigh. somebody kill me. i'm so not good in studies and now i pratically sucks. oh wells. i try harder. i will. i promise.and i make sure i get better results after all it 'll mid year. yeah. wish me good luck.and that this problem and that. and i 'm feeling so fuck up. too fuck up. and i dont know what happening to me. keep using the word fuck. and i hate using it in the past and now i'm using it. whats wrong with me. sigh. whats wrong.had art lesson. it so rush.here and that. and i hardly breathe and the pressure keeping me up and i wonder why am i doing that. sometimes i dont even understand myself.sigh. keeping it in the wrong track. and think i should get out. yeah. i think i should.i'm too emotional .just too.
