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I KEEP BLOGGING ABOUT THIS SHIT.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010 || 8:32 PM

Ergh. Okay, so basically I'm sick of all your excuses. If you really wanted to talk to me, if you really cared, you would have found a way. so please don't insult my intelligence with all your excuses. and i'm just sick and tired of all the drama, all the emotional roller-coastering this has given me. sure, i can wait another week, another month, another year. but i know that inadvertently, inevitably, we'll be in this same situation soon enough. because it never changes. I don't know. maybe its me, maybe im too needy. but thats just the way i am. so why should i  just waste my time, when i don't see any effort from your part?

so if you're reading this, which i don't think you are, but yeah. just don't waste your energy. im not gonna reply, even if you do text me. just forget about it la. im just gonna move on, and stop thinking about this. and i'll just avoid you when we go out or whatever. im just tired.

and i should seriously start caring more about my studies.

i. am. going. to. die. for. the. exams.

i seriously need to buck up if i want to fix up very sad GPA. ergh. i can't wait to graduate from JC. CANNOT WAIT. then can finallyyyy drop math. just the thought of it, comforts me.

amen.