im swallowing fruits again.. like hell.. may vomit soon..
im gasping for air.. app.. ask me y.. but i wudnt tell u the reason..
theres 8 ferrero rocher on the kitchen tble.. i was just looking at it. i dont wana get ssick tho..
but fuck.. i need it so goddamn badly..
n i need this person.. all of a sudden.. perfgh !
so whilst sleeping..
who called me?
- ezza
- spotlited jerk
- mum
- robin
- mum again..
can i ever sleep in peace !
at least for once...
and can i ever have a goddarn prob free week at least for once in this whole fcking year ?!
fuck pmr
fuck everything
the end.
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