sábado, abril 17, 2004
[ 538. Frustrated ]
I've been accused by somebody for something unmentionable. Not to mention, i don't really have much of a strength to think after the hectic day of tuition and interview. The last thing i needed was to come home, switch on the computer and face an accusation. Bitch.
Today totally sucked. I didn't know what i was writing for the comm studies essay. I didn't know what the hell was i even applying the course for. So when the interviewer asked me why, i can't answer. Next, i had to rush back home to prepare my tuition, and then almost forgotten to bring down my ic and bus card. Next i was late for tuition, and i had to tutor four rowdy GIRLS in front of one of their parents for 4 straight hours. Not to mention, i don't get the respect i should, even in front of the parents. What the heck. I almost murdered one of the girls. And when i finally ran out of time to complete what i wanted to, i didn't know what to tell the parents too. And now when i get home and come online, this fag by the name of samuel tell me that i'm still damn touchy!!! What the hell?!?!?!?
And samuel i'm telling you: No i'm not. If you wanted to compare the past and present, you'd thank your god for what i am now. Trust m. You want to complain about touchiness when i don't even see you nowadays, when you don't even want to reveal the source of your complains, when there's not much of a link of friends between you and me, and when i think you're just a complete faggot who happens to be eccentric.
I've got enough. |
Shannon left at 11:03 p. m..