it's going to be the end of 2011;
i suddenly feel exhausted-

i'm halfway through my second year in poly;
& im happily in a rxn for 1 year and a day(:

what's changed?

lil' girl here is growing up.
she's exhausted;
excited but weary about her future.

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it's no use getting angry over her;
she's just biatch.
ask her to eat sh*t.
whatever.
they say.

i give my heart felts to them.
i might be blaming myself for not being good enough;
or de-grading the fact that i'm in no position to lead.

but hey;
fcuk yourelf; she says.
i'm not perfect-
well;
i'm perfect in being imperfect ;p

im volunteering myself to help since you're so lazy .
im helping out cause' you have to time but to touch up your little rotten face to hide all the flaws.
what should i call it? a defect?

no no.im wrong to say that you're not pweeettyy.
you have average features that blend in.
fine;i have to agree.

but fag;
did anyone tell you your prissy attitude is a turn off?
every little wrong thing people do;
you just have to pick on them?
you cant express it out verbally cause you wanna keep your perfect image of a nice girl-next-door.
who would be stupid enough to tick me off face-to-face?

hence,you can only use technology to degrade me?
point me out if im wrong;
but i feel that you're just a foul-mouthed pampered look-a-like aunty.

i admit;
you are untouchable.
im nowhere near to break you.
nowhere near to tear you apart;
nowhere near to pull hair off your head.

like what she said; pour acid down your *down-there*!

but stand on your ground.
im invincible, too.

xox;♥ace
P.S: you win this round; but watch out prissy.