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May 16, 2009

Hello.
I'm finally back to this damn thing here.







Okay, on surface I appear to be alright already.
But the truth is not.
For the past 6 months plus, things have been tough for me.
Life was a bitch seriously.

I may be laughing, smiling, giggling.
But who knows?
It was all pretense.

Yeah wtf.
And you all thought I was having a very happy life.
Just because I got no school nor do I need to work?

Having time ain't always a good thing.
Sometimes it means that you've extra seconds/minutes/hours (WHATEVER?) to stress yourself too.



There's a few whom know what happened exactly during these few months.
But they didn't ask much too.
I mean it's like...
BLOODY HELL. Put yourselves in my shoes, do you think you can overcome all those?!
FUCK YOU _l_

I may be stronger than others, but I'm someone with a heart which beats too.
I've got emotions. DUMB.



And to her*,
yeah you got no time. Not even for yourself.
So? Don't tell me,
YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME FOR TYPING A SIMPLE TEXT?
Taking up a few minutes of your 24 hours won't die.

Excuses. EXCUSES.
ASK YOURSELF?
WHEN DID YOU EVER ASK ME "HOW ARE THINGS LATELY"?
WHEN WERE YOU THE FIRST TO INITIATE A MEETUP?

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL,
I WAS ALWAYS THE ONE MAINTAINING THIS FRIENDSHIP.

I WANTED TO CHERISH YOU, BECAUSE I CAN SOMEHOW FEEL THE IMPORTANCE OF ME IN YOUR LIFE.
I KNOW, IF I'M NOT BY YOUR SIDE, NO ONE WILL BE.
YOUR OTHER GIRLFRIENDS? YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND THEM YOURSELVES.
THEY HANGOUT WITH YOU FREQUENTLY COMPARED TO ME.
YOUR TIME FOR ME IS FUCKING PATHETIC.

BUT DO THEY TREAT YOU LIKE THE WAY I DO?
FUCKING NOT.

GO BLOODY THINK IT OVER.
I'M NOT BEING UNREASONABLE HERE.
I KNOW,
YOU CANNOT CONSTANTLY GIMME ATTENTION,
BUT PLEASE, WHEN DID YOU EVER GAVE ME ANY?
TALKED AS IF LIKE YOU DID.



I'm sick of being nice.
I'm sick of being sweet.
I'm sick of EVERYTHING.

If you people fucking don't like the way I rant,
get this shit clear.
THIS IS MY BLOG FROM THE FUCKING START.
NOT YOURS.
SO IF YOU'RE NOT HAPPY, FUCK OFF.
DON'T COME FUCK AT MY TAGBOARD.
IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO EXPRESS YOUR UNHAPPINESS.
IT'S FOR THE ONES WHOM ARE CONCERNED ABOUT ME.
BOOHOOO.
ARE YOU EVEN FIT TO COMMENT ON MY BLOG IN THE FIRST PLACE.

UNLESS... YOU FUCKING DON'T UNDERSTAND ENGLISH.







Q & A. LOL.

"Will the old Jeslyn come back anytime soon?"

: No. I don't think she'll ever come back anymore.


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