No Way

Oh boy. I'm going crazy over him. This is craziness. Or possibly, this only happens in uh, movies? stories? No way man. You don't uh, fall for someone who likes uh, your _ _ _ _ f_ _ _ _d. Crap. I hope and hope that none of my classmates or friends would ever read this.

Fairytales Do Not Exist

Seriously, I am an accident kid. By that, I mean I'm unwanted. Unexpected. But what could they do? They go around screwing themselves so much, POOF! I'm out. As a screwed up idiot. And because I'm so unexpected to them, they don't know what to do except to make me study. I figured out I hate studying. Bloody damn loathe it. Those muggers? They can go to hell. If you think I'm some kind of hooligan or some kiddo with low IQ, well let me tell you, shut up, you are so so so wrong. I probably have a higher IQ than you anyway. This is virtual world. A place where I can be me. Not some nice girl who studies alot and is really really nice and kind. Because I'm not. In virtual world, that is. I hate all these pretense. But can I help it? I grew up with all these facades and pretense that it seems so normal to me now. Now if you happen to know me in real life, you better not go against me, or I'll nurse a grudge against you forever and ever. Don't think I'm lying, you better believe. But then again, in real life, sweet me can't possibly be this bad, can I? Harhar. Then again, do you even know who I am? Scared? Relax. I'm just here to bitch about my life. Something you will never get to see in the "real" world. Let's just say this blog is more real than what I am in that bloody irritating society called reality.

Let's talk about the people who created me. Brought me to this world. I can't say I'm grateful, considering that I've been having more downs than ups these 17 years of my life. Yeah, I'm 17. Happy? Lolz. Throughout my life, my so called parents only tell me to do one thing. And that's study. Mind you, I didn't study much to earn those Band 1s, or A1s or whatever. I'm not saying I'm a genius, but yeah. I did study when my grades started to fall. And pulled them up back to As once again. Hell yeah, I hate my life. I hate studying. Those muggers out there? Go to hell. I loathe people who study. Those hypocrites. They suck. They have no life. No life at all.

Many of my "friends" think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. You think? Being rich is nothing. See those poor people out there? They will make it. I don't believe in studying. I only believe in talent. And I realised a long time ago that I have no talents at all. Nado. No substance either. That's why in real life, I have nothing to say at all. Unless it concerns relationships. Ah. My interest. Specialty perhaps. This is probably my soft spot. My only soft spot. Well, once a soft spot, now no longer. Damn. Do you think after all these years, I haven't come to my senses that I would have no Prince Charming in my life? But don't worry, I will rescue myself. I see myself changed.

Bloody hell. My head's a conflicting mass of indescribable feelings. I hate studying so much, I still have to study no matter what. What the hell. Life's a bitch. Why? Because I happen to end up in a school that is oh-so-prestigious that people mug all day long to obtain that oh-so-beloved scholarships. Bloody hell. I don't want to talk anymore. See ya another time.