Two words: Screw Technology
Damnit. I was typing a fuckin long entry and the comp decided to restart by itself. All those viruses from kazaa must have been feeding my comp all these while. Even hoobastank's the reason is broken up and echoy.
Everything's pissing me off. I'm procrastinating so much that I had to turn down the offer from mo to go watch saturday night fever with the rest. Screw that!!!! Plus I have heat rash all over my body. From my neck down to my legs. So much for sun tanning. Woke up at 11, went to get lunch with my sister. Slept at 2 to 445pm. So much for homework too. I have 7 chem essays to complete, read thru my international trade,complete my confidence interval and to do the gp essay. ALL BY TODAY. I'm damn damn screwed.
Had a miserable dream. Something that I would consider sweet misery.
Debs, its happening again. I know I shouldn't be bothering you with such trivial matters which at the end of the day, wouldn't mean shit. Esp now that you're encountering worse off problems than I am. But seriously, it felt so real. The texture of his palm, the adrenaline rush, the "fake orgasm". Urgh!!!!! Kill me pls. I woke up in cold sweat once again. How can something that happened on 24th of july last year, reoccur in my dreams now??? It's impossible and I'm trying my best to not believe it. And trust me on this. Either eileen got her facts wrong, or your mom was playing broken telephone. I'm 101% positive that what they told you isn't accurate. And I'm not risking my pride to ask him. I need bitching badly!!!!! Call me when you're free. I end early on fridays though. Like 110pm. Is it a good thing that our lives ( his and mine) are somehow intertwined? Like somehow or rather, I'm unable to break free; to live my own life for good and not hear stories about him and his well being.
Moving on doesn't exist anymore.
*This girl isn't her
