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sing it out loud
So she said what's the problem, baby?.what's the problem, I don't know well maybe, I'm in love love. makes me wanna turn around and face it but I don't know nothin' 'bout love, woah~ |
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about this blog
This blog was opened by Anne Ng to accomodate her mind's silly musings and her daily rantings.Do enjoy your stay here, and don't take what's not yours! tagboard
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Nanyang.Past VERA! Laura/yabulollygabah Grace Shannon Baboonz.Present Rei's dead Ben's "coolness" Seth's Ego Eugene's Writing Raju.Past Nikki! Heidi Nurul Amanda Christina Princess Renee YiMin Dora RGS.Present Nadia Deepa Alch Charmaine Kimberley Heng Yeng! OMlettes.Forever Leti Ashlynna WINNIE!!! Jiao Odds and Ends KAM TING! Mirabel JTan Victoria(AVPA) Church.Forever Edna Melissa from Catechism CHEESEEEEEE Links to Happier Places the FAV site of FANFIC the official site of HAPLAND archives
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things can go from bad to worse, and there's no coming back. There comes a point, when you can no longer take it, and all that blackness coiled in that place near your left lung, that thing called your heart, all explodes into a blinding miasma of hatred. That, my dears, THAT tells you that everything's just gonna be horrid from then on. Go on. Tell me I'm stupid. Tell me I'm lousy, tell me I'm poking fingers at EVERYONE else. It does NOT help, not ONE BIT, that I'm tired, out-of-sorts, and pissed at the world. This keyboard shall be the victim of my anger-venting. But this will be blackened, so the world can choose what they want to see, and what they don't. I hate you. I friggin' HATE you. You get to talk to MY friends, the ones who aren't as bad as you, speak about how TERRIBLE I am, say how CRUDE and FREAK-LIKE I can be, everything. And HOLY SHMOLEY, you're SO much more influential than I am. Brilliant. And you get to go "Anne..." in that HORRIFYINGLY irritating voice, and tell ME how to deal with MY friends. You have no idea how hard I try for my friends. Who's the bloody person who does notes for her friends? Who's the person whose taken notes for YOU? Who's the person that finds her friends drifting away because of YOU? I think that would be me. So go on, have a happy little life with your FRIENDS, and your BUDDIES, and your whole POSSE of people. I'm not going to try anymore. Don't blame me. I've tried my best to like you. There's a line, and you just crossed it. Now, I just hate you. |