Thursday, September 23, 2004
i'm stressed n pissed man. realli. ugh. u've got no right for being angry with me donn. tellin u to ur face. NO RIGHT!!!! infact..i'm damn angry with u for being angry with me!!!!!!! waddehell!!!!!! how dare ure angry with me?!?!?!? i hate u. i wish u had never come into my life. in six minutes time..i'm gonna call n yell at u...my studies are in the dumps. so little time. so much to do. i hate u donn. realli. hate u. why dun u just continue to flirt with all those poly gurls??? just continue ok!!! AND hang on the fone. hang la. hang somemore. dun msge me anymore i tell u. get outta my life..how dare u ignore me. i hate u man. hate u. i'm nt ur babysitter man. its YOUR job to call me..ure the guy. stop being a sissy n stop whining that i dun call u often enuff. i'm sick n tired of u. u jus dunno where to draw the line. ediot. and the next time u tell me u miss me..ill shove a tomato down ur throat. i hate u.
harshi
and so her story is told@
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