Eff

Today is probably the worst day of the week. And this week has probably been the worst week of the month. And this month has probably been the worst month of the year. And this year has probably been the worst year I've ever had in my entire life.

You tell me you have problems.
You expect me to confide in you,
To pay special attention to you.
I understand.
But when you force me to tell you my troubles,
And don't give a shit about my privacy,
It really pisses me off.

Gah. I mean, don't you get it? I freaking don't want anyone to worry for me. Like why else am I putting on a brave front? why else am I smiling and laughing away when I'm on the verge of crying? Why else am I laughing away when I feel like screaming my lungs out and pointing my middle fingers in the air and shouting "______________"?

I don't even tell Denyse all my problems.
I don't even tell Alfreda or Hannah my problems.
I don't even tell my parents my problems.
I don't even tell Justin my problems.
I don't even tell Nicholas Lim my problems.

And you're forcing me to tell you? Shut up. You got nothing on me.
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Oh and, happy birthday Lionel Lork!

Update: Whoa there isn't a 30 Feb? 死 Junwen!!! I will remember you for the rest of my life man. LOL.