...everything's alright.
my friends and some guys are texting me.
my school stuff, of course, is still trying to kill me.

the little smart ass said she doesn't want to write. she told me she hates writing and it's enough that she knows how to write her name. she still doesn't want me to have a boyfriend. she's having tantrums. she cries everyday. is that normal for a two-year old? anyways, we're still getting used to her daily crying.

fwb, the drunk, is totally out of my life.
i've deleted his digits. i don't view him anymore because he doesn't view me too.
if he hates me, i hate him too.
if he's takin me for granted, then i'll do it too.
bah. i'm tired of him.

my very kind ex got his gf preggy. they want to abort it.
i shouldn't really care about them anyways. i just pity that bulk of blood in his gf that would perhaps have its heartbeat already in a few weeks' time.

i am so busy right now but i still want to do this.
i think this is better than spilling my stories to my friends.
i don't know. i feel like i'm losing my sense of being mysterious if i keep on talkin. lol.
it's better this way.

and i haven't been uttering bad words as my expressions.

i miss my closest pals. i haven't seen them for a week. :(