a bunch of shit came & said HI

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i have a journal.

teachers are psychopaths.

i hate people that touch my things.

i hate people that read my stuff. other than friends.

that i trust, that not makin' a big deal outta everything to spice up his/her life.

& i curse.

i write, i curse.

i sing, i curse.

i dance, i curse.

i curse a lot.

i also talk trash.

i talk trash all the time.

i write trash all the time.

i do trash all the time.

& sometimes people don't get me,

& assume i'm a bad influence & stuff.

open ur mind lah, bitches.

get on ur feet & step on reality,

talking a lil' about something nasty won't harm anyone.

my stuff are personal,

i'll tell if it's not.

i'll write if it's not.

it's never TOO personal,

but yet, u can't just read & be a fuckin' hypocrite.

i don't care if u are a damn hypocrite, that's your problem.

but please, don't act like you're shit-lickin' good.

i'm the one who caught in a mess?

look who's being under the spotlight with tomatoes been thrown on her feet & face.

i hope it's not going to be me.

& i'm sorry for being such an immature for all these 15 years.