officially.

i'm grounded on d terms tt i can't go out more than twice a week. FUCK. i dun even wanna talk to them now. i dun wanna hear abt how they found out tt i drink, abt d piercings n d tats, n all my "bad" frens. how they now "kno" biskut's "true colours" n i'm supposed to not get close to him. oh really? cool, dad n mom. ur such great parents! i love u guys!

erit, take me high.. a fucking trip on ecstasy.

i'm thirsty. but i'm not leaving my room till they r asleep.
i need water. n codeine. n food. yeah. food. i hunger.

let's see how much more pathetic my life can get.
hey wanna see me in shackles? i'll bet i'll look cute. or kinky. hah. crimson will love tt.

buddy wasn't free. erit wasn't free. desperate i was, n i rang amy up. met him for some comfort. he n his fren cheered me up with teka-teki.. n i felt juz a wee bit better. whined to amy cos i didn't wanna go hm. but he made me. pfft.






i'm a slow-motion accident.



erit, i am in great need of a dose of a particular french movie. pls. i'm begging u. mite as well i beg, since i'm aredy at my lowest low.

sigh. =(

i need sum1 to make me smile.