dammit..i moan 2dae.. on a laptop.. reali feel lyk cursing.. damn idiot com guy.. oh well.. my fight is not here.. it's wit another issue..

y isit when i wan sumting 2 happen, sumting tt totally contradicts cums an lodges itself under myskin, slowly working 2 it's wae into my bloodstream.. irritating..

tings i wanna keep, keep me awake at night.. near impossible 2 secure, trying 2 crush a stressball..

tings tt infuriate me,tings tt an spoil wat i wan, lingers lyk a mondae aftnoon headache.. as persistant as Clay sticks 2 ur hair..

oh well.. i'm tinking 2 much.. tings will look up sooner or later..