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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.

07 March 2008 | 10:07:00 PM
FUCK

I'm just so sick of this feeling.
I want to cry like really badly and just scream my worries off.
I can't stand this feeling anymore.

_________, you cause me to be like this.
I want to bite you like gah!

I wish life now is the same as those kindergarten days.
I miss them like fuck.

I'm getting so broke.
Massive phone bills, calculator, literature books.
And I'm using my own freaking account money!
I need financial assistance for myself, really.

I feel so frustrated like oh-my-god!
I feel like punching someone in the groin till it hurts real bad.
I'm having a sickening migraine.

I feel so vulgar right now, I feel so sinful.
I've sinned too much that no one really cared to correct me.
I'm a mtf-ing loser.

Fuck you luh, assholes.

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