Haha. I realise I always put a song I'm thinking about/ listening to as my title of an entry. Well, usually anyways.

I realise I shouldn't wallow too much in self-pity when my other friends are suffering from something even worse. Wait, that sounds as if its an illness. I mean they have worse problems in life.

Anyways, Darling Fiza, I'm here for you, we all are :)

But I shall rant and say one thing, which is, I feeeeeelll so unwanted. I'm always the last mentioned for some reason. No point mentioning me at all is what I feel. Unless, the last mentioned is the most important? Snorts. Who am I kidding. But that's how I feel. Said. Done. Let's move on.

She sent me a message explaining how she felt and all. I don't know how to reply. I need to time to absorb and figure out what I want to say. I cannot paint a rose coloured picture. There will definately be things that will not be pleasing to the ear, or in this case, the eye. The thing is tact.

Oh well. Haha. He's being chased by this psycho girl. The thing that comes to me first is, the song Stalker by Goldfinger.

Oh oh oh, she's following me
Oh oh oh, she's out of her tree
Oh oh oh, she's off of her rocker
Oh oh oh, I wanna marry my stalker

Hahahahaha. Freaking funny. Don't think he'll wanna marry this 'stalker' though. Lalala. This is totally random.

Tomorrow I have PW. Hopefully I can get some mugging done witht the usual SRJC muggers. Like after so loooonnnnggg. I AM SO SCREWED FOR COMMON TESTS! God, save me!
lallie | 1:59 AM