Oh, Roxannee ♥.
on the face of it,

i'm kooky.


like a coffin nail ;



i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped. arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me.

8:47 PM, NAT ASKS: HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHATS THE TIME? ; SHE ANSWERS: OH YESTERDAY I SAW AN ANT IN MY BRA
Wednesday, August 6, 2008

I asked her A or B and she told me C.
But still, i tried my best to listen to her, to be good.
Then, the breakdown point came.
I asked her about Earth Wire, she yakked away about Live Wire (which i initially thought was Limewire and i asked her about it and she ignored me and if not for others telling me it actually is Live Wire, i would have still firmly thought she was talking about limewire. NOT my fault ehs.)
I actively participated in answering her questions when no one would, and guess what happened.
I was ignored. Ignored, mind you!
I dont get it. Why?
Boy, oh, boy, i swear if this carries on, i'll be SO dead.
But okay, i gotta stay calm, try switching out of panic mode.
No, its alright. I am calm, okay, and fine. I am alright. Yes, indeed.
I am fine. Oh, IF only she stays away (which is totally not happening in this case).
DAMN.

oh, what have i done now, what have i done?
she peeled me like an orange and sucked the juices right outta me.
oh and why are u reading this?