it feels just like a chainsaw sawing into my head and cracking my skull up.
i am not looking forward to 5 hours of tuition, or anything else.
i wanna tear out my lungs and trample on them.
yes,thats exactly what i want to do.
and squash my brain into brain balls and fry them.
im out of panadols.
such a convenience.
posted by star-dusted filled words. @ 4:23 AM
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