Flabbergasted at your inability to think straight.

Know when you dreadfully try to forget something, you succeed [ surpassing your doubt ] and you're satisfied with yourself because the next time you see that 'thing', you don't have to keep on telling yourself to breathe and that you're absolutely devoid from all emotions for that person, but out of the blues, someone just so happens to mention that thing and you find yourself so fricking depressed because of it? Yup, I feel that way..

Or maybe I'm just impetuous, cynical or just plain perceptive and paranoid.
Oh, shut up.
How effing stupid.
I wish I was more insouciant. I don't wanna give a damn for anything.
It's maddening to think of something that shouldn't even appear at the back of your head.
You're unnecessary.
I don't need you.

Oh joy, incoherent ramblings again.
My mum is going to kill me today. She's gonna hack me up into distorted pieces and throw me off a cliff. Oh shiet.
And then she'll probably drag up all depressing pieces of me and cook it and throw me into a reservoir.
A girl can dream, yes?

Dammit. Tomorrow's doomsday!
Well actually, tomorrow's Report Card Day/Open Day! [Less morbid enough?]

Yes, I DARE say that nonchalantly. Tomorrow's Open Day and hell, I couldn't be any more unperturbed by it. I've no absolute reason to fret, and you know what? I better hang about that way.
But that still doesn't mean I haven't got my share of complains today.*snarls*

Alright, first off. Letters from a fuming, hostile blogger who's more than likely to blow up thanks to her inability to withstand certain people's attitude.

Dear friend of mine, you can't possibly go parading around talking about someone like that. Well actually, you can. But don't you dare launch into a diatribe with me. I've got a no-nonsense thing for that if it concerns my friends. And this :
You can't call someone a retard if you don't even know them one bit. For all you know, she's SANE.
So what if she's uber thin? Stop spreading rumours. So what if the other she doesn't mind? I do! That's my friend you're stupidly ruminating about.
Pfffffffft
And you, stop reminding me of her. Please?
If I ever stop talking to you, at least you know why. Don't you say you're unmindful when that happens. You tend to do that a lot.
And please, screw the 'abandoning a friend during trouble' crap. We both know wolves aren't after us.
Again, PFFFFFFFFT.

There, now I feel better.
And now if you'd excuse me, I'm going to read that Xiaxue's blog. She really knows how to kill someone's self esteem.
Pretty cool blog.

Lol, Yann.