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Thursday, January 3, 2008, 22:40
my battery is dying
CAN'T PEOPLE UNDERSTAND WHY I LEAVE MY LAPTOP ON? CAN'T THEY JUST REGISTER THE FACT THAT MY LAPTOP IS FUCKING SURVIVING SOLELY ON ELECTRICITY? ... Great. The stupid light's blinking now. It's going to die anytime soon. Any moment now. STOP FUCKING BLINKING!! ... The one day I get to go out and socialize is the one day I feel so...so...*sigh*. Can't blame anyone, no, can't do that. But then, something evil and dark within me tells me to point my finger at someone, anyone. Everything. I'm so tired, disappointed, and angry. And I don't know why. And I can't blame anyone for it, because I don't know why. *sigh* I'm sorry, Aiman. I'm sorry, Russ. My mood gets to me at times. Don't worry, it'll all be gone by the morn. Like how most nice fairy tales end by the light of dawn. Happily ever after. Yada yada, and the rest of that shit. .......................................................................................................................................................... ............................................................................... .............................. I can pretty much imagine myself walking down the alley and start to kill every human being around me with just a dagger. Blood danced in the air. Screams formed the melody of agony and pain. Precious lives taken away just like that. now that's a nice thought. Haha. |