"Everything is just wretched."
Well, life is life. It ain't no under your control. But the life of
mine, is just wretched. It started off well. Until this person came into my life, and make it so (cough)ing wretched. Guess this was how Stephenie felt, when she worked for Pussycat Dolls, Britney Spears, and did'nt get a name of herself.
Wretched. Well. My bro tore up my fave magazine, Seventeen, which i haven't finish reading. Will you feel wretched? And, right. All the blame is pushed onto me, at the end. "It's just your brother, what can you expect?", "What age are you?" etc. So what, I'm (muted), And he's (muted), But age doesn't make a difference, like a Zebra aged 5, He can't understand us as well, right? So what's the point? Well, on the net, in real life, in school. There's always someone interfering my life. It's
MY life, why do you care? Argh. But anyway, I'm still thanking my mum for that
green dickies bag. Well. I think there's no hope for my
Lady Gaga's concert. Well, there's still tickets, but. There's just one reason I won't go. I need someone to comfort me just right at this time. But who's going to do so? My Cardigan? My bear? My e-pals? (certainly a no-no.) My computer? My blog? All doesn't help.
So what's the point?
