“Urrmm that chocolate cake literally melts in my mouth.”
“Urmmmmm it’s so good i can’t remember when i let my tongue taste this.”
I wonder, whose chocolate birthday cake is that in the fridge?
Who cares! As long as i can sank my teeth on it.
Well, I’m not that evil. I did ponder around thinking, why did someone buy a cake and there’s no celebration going on in the house. So i thought, it’s my brother’s girlfriend’s birthday? Why did he bring back the cake? Well, I’ll just… taste a little more of that heaven..
Then i’ll say,
NOT ME. I DIDN’T EAT THE CAKE.
If the need arises of course. Evidently, i didn’t eat all of it. There’s still plenty right now as I’m typing.
After a day or two passed by, it still doesn’t make sense to me. Why did he brought back the cake?
Then it hit me like a kid hit your fucking head with a baseball bat.
IT WAS MY BROTHER’S DAY 2 DAYS AGO.
And i chuckled. I couldn’t care less to be honest whilst still pinching a little bit of heaven into my mouth.
I can’t resist the awesomeness that engulfed me.
Way better than sex to be honest.
KIDDING.
Stupid. Can you be less serious?
Well, i still didn’t wish him a happy birthday or happy belated birthday because I’m not close to him. You might think that it’s weird and awkward when you don’t talk to someone who is living under the same roof as you. Not exactly if you don’t see them everyday.
Birthday or no birthday. No big deal in this family. I didn’t get a cake for my birthday and i don’t really care. No one got me a present as well other than my parents which is my Macbook and my brother didn’t get anything as well. It hit me like aeons ago that nobody can afford what i want.
AHAHAHA I AM SUCH A SNOB.
Okay. Ignored that.
I want stuff like, my own apartment, a car and etcetera. Technically, no one can afford it. To me the most important thing is the thought. Like the cliche, annoying, goosebumps giving saying, the thought that counts. And nothing else matter. That explains why i get a little upset then i expect a wish, when they didn’t, from some people i know=x on my birthday.
Fine, i don’t talk to anyone in this family except for my mother. Yes, i know. Shut up.
As me, the ohh-so-great-wonderful one has always said,
“Education is of upmost importance.”
Yea right.
Honestly, I’m little flabbergasted and annoyed so I’m pissed at every teeny weeny thing that irritates me.
TERM BREAK MY ASS.
YEA YOU HEAR ME. MY ASS.
Why not change it to You-have-to-complete-5-assignments week.
Insane indeed insane.
and CMSK draft was due yesterday i don’t feel the slightest urgency at all.
I’m still mentally tired. Not only from the term test but also i have my own little battle in my head.
2 major conflict in my head going on everyday. It’s probable that i might just snap one day and end up in IMH. It’s not as if it’s uncommon to see me in secluded area and break down suddenly.
That’s why i prefer to keep myself busy and pretend i don’t have to face it
Shut up you fuckface. Don’t judge me. You don’t know me. I remember telling myself that I’d change but no it’s been nearly a year? And it’s still the same.
Slap me when you get the chance.
And i should stop using profanity words. It’s not really nice. I don’t think it suits me as well. It’s so hooligan like and i hate it if someone ever ever ever associate me with being a hooligan and it’s plausible upon seeing the color of my hair.
Yea i know. Laugh your ass now bitches.
Me and the word hooligan doesn’t go along well in a sentence.