oklah.. i got pms can?

aiyah. feeling depressed again. i guess no one really cares because everyone is just so self-absorbed. you can listen in to any of my conversations.

the other person will always be talking about themselves while i nod and try to confort them or act interested in their lives. like i am so interested when some guy doesnt reply to your smses or if your pink guess bag is torn. or am i interested in the fact that you wan to join swimming but no one wants to join with you. these ppl only go 'really ah?' if i try to say anything about myself and then, it is brushed aside because they want to talk about themself more.

and i wonder why i cant talk about myself to other ppl on an intimate level.

i suppose i cant blame them. my blog itself can tell u why they wont wanna listen to me. i complain. complain. complain. cannot meh? they also complain wad. they complain about their hair, complain about this, about that. i got no right to complain meh? aiyah. the inner ah-lian has come out. i wanna swear in hokkien and wad-have-u.

aiyah. i shall blog more later. wad can i say? i am pms-ey. if i piss anyone off, PISS U BACK! NAH!

harhar. i wanna die.










depressive thoughts are fun to cackle at.