10. The more;
the more i see it, the more i get retardedly upset.
the more i think about it, the more i get mad.
the more you "try", the more i despise.
the more of hanging around, the more of wanting to yield to temptations.
work was fine.
its always when its after work.
Now that my phone is being confiscated during work.
theres no way anyone can contact me or so till i punch out.
theres never peace.
never.
so i have to repeat this for the _ times tonight.
FUCK MY LIFE.
because theres too many things clashing together and its impossible to tear myself into parts.
UTs. Training. Work. UT revisions.
Im desperately looking for replacement on Wednesday.
7pm - 11pm.
please please please?