Oh anyway, watched Oprah yesterday and James Blunt was performing. He looks really freaky when he's performing. When he was singing "Goodbye My Lover", he looked like he was going to burst into tears and have a breakdown, but after performing he was like, smiling and hugging Oprah. And his voice belongs to somebody who's undergoing puberty. Like as if his voice just broke.
I'm currently going through numerous "What the fuck" moments. Stop poking me. When will people learn? If you wanna bitch about me behind my back, do it BEHIND MY BACK, not right in front of me... please lah. I've gone through many miserable things in my life, OK. I have learnt to keep my feelings to myself. I don't wanna be fucking hurt any further. Love it or hate it, I can't change myself. I don't think there has been a time when I'm happy with my life. I have the right to be depressed, but I am not. I have learnt to hide my sorrow in front of people until I go home. I'm not fucking stupid. I can sense hostility! You're dripping with hypocrisy. Nobody knows that, do they?
Please don't like, ask me how I'm feeling with questions like, "Eh, are you ok or not?". Obviously I'm not fucking OK with the current situation that I'm in. I didn't even do a single fucking thing and suddenly, the fucking problem is on me and EVERYBODY now fucking hates me for some reason, which I will not find out because this is all fucking bullshit. I don't give a fuck anymore, lah!
Wow, that was expressive. Anyway, bye. I have to organise the class chalet. You know, I work during the weekends. How bout you guys? Wait, what do you work as? When did you start working? You didn't tell me. Oh yeah, you don't need to tell me.