i want to ditch this fucking useless head of mine and shove it under a humongous tree that could cover up my disproportioned body parts in a jiffy! i am so angry, so disappointed, so fucking sad! this is just another drama (so, if you're really sick with tear-leveled posts, you might as well click and open another tab and just get out of my site..) but everything's so messed up already all i have to do is look shocked and surprised and then moan and groan! words are so freaking not enough to describe this ultra-melancholic drama i'm feeling! words are so friggin' useless to elaborate this fucking heavy burden i'm not supposed to feel but surprisingly carrying on my crooked and stiff shoulders!
aaaahhh. i know that you can't understand a word i'm saying. guess what, that's not my problem anyway. ugh. i sound like a complete friggin' bitch. ok. i'm going to try to sound diplomatic. ok. *breathing* i'm sorry if i just ranted all about those non-sense stuff and i'm sorry if i've cursed expertly that it caused your eyes to pop and your tongue to stick on the upper part of your mouth. i know i'm not making any sense here and you're probably rolling those pretty eyes of yours because you can't understand a word i'm saying and you think that you're just wasting those precious time of yours by actually reaching the second paragraph of this post! aaahh. still, i think i should be flattered because you actually reached the, er, climax *coughs incoherently* of this unwanted and unread post.
anyway, as i'm already typing furiously i might as well give hints why i'm feeling this way and why i'm babbling like hell. in my fucking old cellphone, my globe cellphone, you know, i have this very sacred folder. this most cherished folder of mine contains the messages of, ok fine, this sounds fairly stupid and shallow, but this folder contains the messages of my crush. i've cherished and i took care of this folder -- always checking if the messages are still intact and cute. then, because of my extreme stupidity and carelessness -- i've accidentally deleted it. i was shocked and my hands shook violently when i've realized what i've done. yeah, ang OA ni rina. still, i loved that folder! it was the most important part of that ratty old cellphone. i mean, that's the reason why i can't and i don't change my phone! because of that freaking folder! ugh. see, i told you it's shallow. duh. i'm a shallow person anyway. tssss.
wow. hell, i thought you were pissed with my posts? how come you've reached paragraph 4? kidding :)) ugh, anyway, you're supposed to smile because i cracked a joke, pea-brain. hahahaha. ok. i laughed at my own lame joke. my god. my brain's in ultra-malfunctioning-mode because of that friggin' folder. yep. it's so lame you're rolling your eyes right now and punching your computer monitor. but, what can i do, i'm such a shallow person that i cry because of shallow reasons.
those fucking messages are one of the reasons why i can laugh in a dark and depressing place. those messages are the reason why i always subscribe to unlitxt. those freaking messages are so damn important. for me anyway.
ugh. just.. just forget you read any of this/these. you're just going to lose your brain because this post is idiotic and sentimental and emotional and irrational. goodbye.
SONG: the all-american reject's the last song.
aaaahhh. i know that you can't understand a word i'm saying. guess what, that's not my problem anyway. ugh. i sound like a complete friggin' bitch. ok. i'm going to try to sound diplomatic. ok. *breathing* i'm sorry if i just ranted all about those non-sense stuff and i'm sorry if i've cursed expertly that it caused your eyes to pop and your tongue to stick on the upper part of your mouth. i know i'm not making any sense here and you're probably rolling those pretty eyes of yours because you can't understand a word i'm saying and you think that you're just wasting those precious time of yours by actually reaching the second paragraph of this post! aaahh. still, i think i should be flattered because you actually reached the, er, climax *coughs incoherently* of this unwanted and unread post.
anyway, as i'm already typing furiously i might as well give hints why i'm feeling this way and why i'm babbling like hell. in my fucking old cellphone, my globe cellphone, you know, i have this very sacred folder. this most cherished folder of mine contains the messages of, ok fine, this sounds fairly stupid and shallow, but this folder contains the messages of my crush. i've cherished and i took care of this folder -- always checking if the messages are still intact and cute. then, because of my extreme stupidity and carelessness -- i've accidentally deleted it. i was shocked and my hands shook violently when i've realized what i've done. yeah, ang OA ni rina. still, i loved that folder! it was the most important part of that ratty old cellphone. i mean, that's the reason why i can't and i don't change my phone! because of that freaking folder! ugh. see, i told you it's shallow. duh. i'm a shallow person anyway. tssss.
wow. hell, i thought you were pissed with my posts? how come you've reached paragraph 4? kidding :)) ugh, anyway, you're supposed to smile because i cracked a joke, pea-brain. hahahaha. ok. i laughed at my own lame joke. my god. my brain's in ultra-malfunctioning-mode because of that friggin' folder. yep. it's so lame you're rolling your eyes right now and punching your computer monitor. but, what can i do, i'm such a shallow person that i cry because of shallow reasons.
those fucking messages are one of the reasons why i can laugh in a dark and depressing place. those messages are the reason why i always subscribe to unlitxt. those freaking messages are so damn important. for me anyway.
ugh. just.. just forget you read any of this/these. you're just going to lose your brain because this post is idiotic and sentimental and emotional and irrational. goodbye.
SONG: the all-american reject's the last song.
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