Gadget died.
Friggin pissed with myself.
Sense the pissyness. RARRRR!
I can't sleep due to this.
Like the omen.
A sign... a sign of something BAD coming.
To haunt, to kill, to suffocate me... whichever means worser than it already seemed.
The type that makes you sense the desperation of me pouring my angst and whatever these feelings are called to you and every single being here.
2009's omen. Is it what this is?
Cause if it is... I'd rather listen to the Bohemian Rhapsody sung by my brother repeatedly.
Yes. The annoyance is intolerable =/
As a plus, I made him thought I am not happy with his results whereas I am much disappointed with myself all over again. For not studying well... not doing well... Everything. And everyone failed to realize how much it affected me back then. Like when I was told not go to school if ITE was the last resort. Like how I was questioned, "Still... he did better than you right?"
All in all, bottled up and sealed to be released as FUCK IT HURTS!
Yes. The vulgar. Then the tears... Yes yes. Like a process.
I'm tired of these all but not old enough to know everything yet.
Like I said, no more blood left to bleed.
I doubt that it could even be healed for I know, there's always, something or somebody is out to get me once again. I think I am not ready for another just yet.
One last thing. May I wake up to a day with a missing 13 January 2009. Gadget come back!
p/s: Mister, I hope you don't read this.
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