Friday, November 05, 2004

sometimes i really HATE her...cant she even respect me a little..look thru my things when i was in sch...still have to throw things away...so what if its rubbish...its treasure to me can...came home and saw a big plastic bag outside...saw some of my stuff in there..felt real angry..went in..then she started to crap bout some stuff she saw in my cupboard..i lyke to keep so what...its MY things...care for what....i wanted to lyke go outside and see what she throw..she was lyke no..come back in...sick lar...throw my things still dun let me see what u throw...u think throw ppl things very nice ar...so fun ar...so what if u throw..the other things still ocupy the same space..not lyke u throw alr got some big difference...and how in the world would u noe whats precious to me or not..go any how throw...at least tell me right..then if i really dun wan the thing then throw lar...still can lyke talk to ur friend lyke nothing happen...when i am lyke so hurt...dun even noe whats being thrown away...can at least let me see right..then at least i will noe...whatever...
broken...

2:16 PM