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Wednesday, July 14
heyyy man now you're really livin it.
edit: fuck i made a major grammatical error.

:( baggie
Panda bag is dying. Handles falling off.
I'm going to buy new panda online.

Meep, I think I want this one too.! Less than 10 bucks.

Either red or blue, can't decide.
^^ Maybe get a few friends to get with me and carry it together~

Hohohoho------n.
h: MARRY ME
gf: NO
h: THAT IS JUST YOUR OPINION YOU HAVE TO MARRY ME
gf: :(

And they got married.

Meh, fucking pimple.
Pimple, you just had to place yourself on my nose bridge so that I could be reminded of you every time I adjust my specs. RIGHT?

Great, now every time I push up my specs it slices into the pimple and I'm like OWWWWRRRGGGHHH!! FUCK!

the wonderful bra
Do you know you can use your bra to cheat in exams, just write whatever you can't remember on a post it and put it in your bra. Then go toilet and check. Some bras (triumph? pierre cardin?) even have padding pockets, can just slip your notes in. Kill two birds with one stone, make boobs look bigger and score a dirty mark or two.

I don't encourage that, of course. Don't even have time to go toilet in exams.

Hong Kong's Polytechnic University offers a degree in bra studies.
WTF!

And Japan developed this cellphone app that claims to increase your boob size.
DOUBLE WTF!

soz.
They (pimples, eczema) won't stop coming guys. I haven't been feeling good recently. My body's all fucked up. Eczema all over. Scars.

I was happy when the scars my mom gave me healed over 2009. Can hardly be seen.
But now it's eczema and I don't know why. Never had it.

I am fat too. Unhealthy fat. You can't see it, unhealthy fat. Clothes hide them. But I am unhealthy fat. T should know.

I am so stressed and tired and sick and pissed.
I hate whatever I'm feeling right now and what it's doing to my body. Damn it, I hate.. now..

My blog can no longer be the truest form of myself. In the first place it didn't record the most significant things happening in my life.
If it was to be, it'd be nothing but depression, and I can't afford to turn this blog into an emoing platform. I just typed an essay describing what I felt, but I'm just going to save it as a draft for now. Maybe soon I will post it.

I will solve this.
I'm trying to fix too many things for my own good. I'm so terrified. But I won't give up.


That easy, huh? Why do I give a fuck about EVERYTHING.

music
love my music so much now :))

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