Life is a bitch
Yeah I know I said I am busy but YIKEEESss what the heck right? You miss me and I miss you. So what do two people who miss each other do? They meet up and XXXX laa. *wink wink* LOL.
I've been slapped with a red bomb today. I'm a little fed up to see people getting hitched, especially those who look more hideous than me. Bleh. LOL. Sue me. I am a narcissist.
You see ar, the guys that I like, don't layan me. Those that I don't like keeeeeeeeeep plastering me all over my body like Handyplast. Is this fate, punishment or what?
There is a Chinese saying goes:
For a guy to chase a girl, it is like crossing a mountain. (Damn hard)
But for a girl to chase a guy, it is like turning over a thin curtain layer. (Damn easy)
But how come when I took the initiative and asked a guy (I like) out TWICE, he managed to turn me down THRICE? Huh? Huh? Huh? Is he farking gay or what?!
Or is it because I just wasn't hot enough (with buck teeth, Lychee boobs, elephant thighs and all)? Huh? Huh? Huh?
It's damn depressing you know.
'That' monkey butt had crushed my tiny weeny little self-respect and pride into glittering powder. One poof and it's all gone. Make me feel like an unwanted old floor mat.
*Sob*
The feeling of being turned down by someone is like having a knife stabbed into your heart, get turned and twisted and then get turned and twisted again until everything inside has become a mash. Blood squirted. Limbs mutilated. Not a pretty sight.
I think I will just grow old alone, die alone, get eaten by the rodents alone and then get wiped out from the surface of the earth by the wobbly maggots alone TOO.
And everyone else can live happily ever after.
The End.
I've been slapped with a red bomb today. I'm a little fed up to see people getting hitched, especially those who look more hideous than me. Bleh. LOL. Sue me. I am a narcissist.
You see ar, the guys that I like, don't layan me. Those that I don't like keeeeeeeeeep plastering me all over my body like Handyplast. Is this fate, punishment or what?
There is a Chinese saying goes:
For a guy to chase a girl, it is like crossing a mountain. (Damn hard)
But for a girl to chase a guy, it is like turning over a thin curtain layer. (Damn easy)
But how come when I took the initiative and asked a guy (I like) out TWICE, he managed to turn me down THRICE? Huh? Huh? Huh? Is he farking gay or what?!
Or is it because I just wasn't hot enough (with buck teeth, Lychee boobs, elephant thighs and all)? Huh? Huh? Huh?
It's damn depressing you know.
'That' monkey butt had crushed my tiny weeny little self-respect and pride into glittering powder. One poof and it's all gone. Make me feel like an unwanted old floor mat.
*Sob*
The feeling of being turned down by someone is like having a knife stabbed into your heart, get turned and twisted and then get turned and twisted again until everything inside has become a mash. Blood squirted. Limbs mutilated. Not a pretty sight.
I think I will just grow old alone, die alone, get eaten by the rodents alone and then get wiped out from the surface of the earth by the wobbly maggots alone TOO.
And everyone else can live happily ever after.
The End.
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