Springbonjo

Mommy asked me to do accounts for her. RAAAH! Accounts are tough! I’m only in Feb! And I spotted mistakes! It brings back memories of maths, me and my constant careless mistakes. Stuffed a cake, a slice of cake okay, to relieve some stress. I want post cereal now please.

I slept my afternoon away, on my sis’s bed then on my parents bed. Rainy afternoon. I feel like a multiple- bedder. Sniggers. It was nice, to be in solitude, to lick my wounds. With the rain pouring outside, as if the higher heavens understood and were weeping for me. I slept peacefully; my mind blank, my feelings dreary, the two of us complimenting each other.

The whole house to myself, flashes of kitty and feeling lost. No more mews now.

I have the weekend to get over, I don’t do well with newcomers if you know what I mean.

I’m still Beep crazy (PCD song). I’m also RnB crazy, stuffed my phone with songs like So Sick by Nee-yo, Don’t forget about us by Mariah Carey, Be without you by Mary J.Blige. I found out there’s a MOS party on my birthday. I think I’m going. I wana get myself drunk- it’s my birthday afterall right.

Besides, my plans, in half jest actually when Benedict asks me how am I gonna celebrate my 18th, I say “Go clubbing, drinking, smoking. Get a tattoo and lose my virginity.”

He was pissed, backtrack to the posts why he was.

It’s my life, you’re a here today gone tomorrow people in my life… so shut up man. If you know me better, I have crazy ideas, but I would used to seek opinion/approval from my darl, Perfect One and Jun before doing anything. Jun and darl told me they wouldn’t talk to me if I pierce my tongue. They were consulted before quitting school, major decisions and all, My virginity is for Perfect One. He’s the guy I want to marry, cuz I didn’t tell him this- it’s a one sided relationship if you must.

I’m still in the rebellious stage- I want to pierce everywhere, tattoo everywhere. I would smoke if my dad didn’t scream at my sis when he smelt fags on her. I know what the bible says about marking your body, but who follows it thoroughly- that’s roughly the reason why I stopped being a good chrisitan, I felt I couldn’t be the ideal one in the bible. I feel I can’t possibly be so saintly.

My dad screams at everyone- it’s his desserts when I snapped back at him and he was like, YOU DUN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.

Daddy, you don’t like it? TOO BAD YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT TOO.

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My back FUCKING hurts.

Went out with Jun yesterday. She’s my saviour, because I had no money to bring kitty to a vet, and she volunteered to accompany me, lend me money without me asking.

Dinner and all- I love Jun, being with her I’m forever so happy, and when I described about Benedict’s body, she kept saying I looked horny.

Not my fault his body so good what, not my fault it’s a woooah kind of standard. Was out with him Monday.

Jun is the sunshine in my life, can’t get enough of her.

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To you you you you you etc

You make me sick.