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Saturday, May 13, 2006

the Love dilemma,

people,
so I am in a tensed position. first and foremost, I totally hate my hair. to the core(really!) and I mean it. I know this sounds stupid, but I cried almost uhh, everyday? mom&dad once said I have some psychological problem(okay where did they get the idea from?) and maybe I have to sign up an appointment with a psychologist one day. which is equally dumbbbbbbbbbbbbb; I dont need to meet one, do i? besides, my only problem is that stupid self-inferiority syndrome which I think I can treat it myself (uhm can I?). I hate myself so much.

secondly: and i am sooooooo annoyed with my ex-boyfriend; we'll name him as lass in this blog. so what's up with him? well, I don't exactly know why am I feelin that way towards him(okay yes I'm mad). he's completely ignorant to my feelings(haha) and I'm feeling such a jackass for being kind to him all this while. schlemiel much; he needs a guide-to-girls'-feelings book urgently, it seems. and one thing which I dont fucken agree to him- WHY MUST HE TELL EVERYONE ABOUT WHAT HE FEELS ABOUT ME AND STUFFS? too pathetic; he even mentioned that to my girlfriends, so what can I say. happened to browse thru one of my girlfriends' inbox(let's call her blonde) and voila, it's flooded w lass' msgs. the contents?- all those sympathetic and the sorta I-HATE-HER msgs and duh, hes referin to me. and i'm sure they have alot to share about. whatever. he cant be trusted; hes a bloody hypocrite.

i must thank god that there are a number of awesome people out there who still care and well, i must say, partly understand me. thanks alot. alot and alot.

Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,