Today has been a mundane stay-home day. I've been moaning in bed irritated by the endless fluid running down my itchy nose and the cough that choked my throat everytime i want the flame out. my back is still aching more than ever.urgh.Weekends are finally here to get rid of attachments and work but i'm falling sick. suck big time. i wouldn't want to trade anything more than my superman is always here to save me. thank you.

The cold war between mommy and me is more colder than ever before.Mum, I hope you would read this although you probably won't (I am incoherent and know it) because I am sorry for what has happened lately. I am sick and you don't seem to care much. You no longer come into my room after work and rest the back of your hand on my forehead to check my temperature, no longer make a cup of hot Milo with panadols and serve it to me in bed, no longer offer to take me to see the doctor and it makes me sad but I know, the consequences of being too much of a teenage rebel. I still love you nonetheless, wouldn't trade anything in the world for you and you're still the one I'd die for. (:

and for the person who tag, may it be siti oreo or who ever the dumb whore i don't fucking care.U are one sick twisted bitch who is hungry for attention. Sick moron.I am more than u think.Just because u insault me doesn't mean you've ruin my life and i'm more miserable than ever. Better yet, you're just jealouse if not why'd even bother to tag.You just love to be a stalker aren’t you. Counterfeit airhead. Like seriously get a life. You're only kidding yourself.

Sick paranoia minded freaks just couldn't stand my absolute perfect life.