Maybe god (God? heavenly Father? the Almighty?) meant for me to die a lonely old woman. with cats.
well no, I'm not really a fan of cats. dogs? not dogs either.
maybe a guinea pig. I've always wanted a guinea pig. named bingbing. or two, then i'll name the other one maomao.
when they have a baby, I'll name it xiaocao.
see? I knew I was destined to raise guinea pigs.
quotes Miss Sim "If you find yourself angst-ing and suicidal. don't worry, you're nothing special."
i hope to god i'm not the only one then.
okay not suicidal.
there is NO pretty way to die. besides, i couldn't bear to be all that brutal to myself.
smoking is one thing, but jumping off a building is a totally different ball game.
by the way, Miss Sim is SO hawt. she may not be your typical skinny girl, but her kick ass attitude more than makes up for it.
wrist slashing on the other hand is waaayyy too embarrassing. and ugly.
can you imagine if you DONT die, they'll have to stitch you up and everyone will know that you're this insane psycho freak who tried to kill yourself. sheesh. then everyone would know you hate yourself, that's not very nice is it.
i CANNOT believe i'm talking about methods of suicide.
hahaha. TGIF.
screw what teachers say, weekends are for us to get our lives back together, not for us to mug.
yes. i am holding a lemon tea bottle. and carrying my sister's white backpack.
bite me.
oh, look what you've done
you've made a fool of everyone





