“Quit being a little bitch and play”? Nigger, you don’t understand how cheap you were being or what? Using the same move over and over on 1vs1 game? What do you call that other than cheap bitch? Or you do understand that you’re being cheap but never mention it because you need to win whatsoever? Little bitch, you’re the one whose still a kid. It was obvious that I get pissed. Cheapass bastards who don’t realize that themselves are being cheap are probably one of the three things I hate the most in the world. Next time we play and if you were still being a bitch, I’m gonna start despising you. That is so pitiful that I wouldn’t even wanna tell you that it’s morally wrong. Coon be trippin’

Still looking for true homies, still looking for true partner. Still seeking for a girlfriend, still cannot trust the world. Still cannot trust others, still seeking for the truth. I’m just me. May be I was born as a soloist. Hm. No words for this.

Why am I trying so hard to get her? Is it true that I just want a girlfriend? Or is it because she is so special? Is it true that it can be anyone who will truly love me from the deepest area of the heart? Or does it have to be her? I guess I’m desperate. In need of girlfriend? No, more like in need of filling up the empty holes in my heart. The scar that can only be cured from getting a girlfriend. Holes that grew in my heart that’s feeding on misery and loneliness. This could be a test. Testing her if she can really be the one. I guess I’m coldhearted after all. I try really hard to be nice. And I get reputations for being nice. But my other side seems to remain the same. May be I’m scared. I’m afraid the other side will take over me and become a heartless beast. I remember i was in love with my ex only from the outside. And when she betrayed me, I left her without looking back even once. I remember I lost interest in her so easily and calmingly as if I didn’t even know her. It’s true that I didn’t truly love her. May be I’m looking for true love. It’s weird. I’m just going wherever my heart leads me to. Let’s see how this goes. Let the adventure begin.

Hmm if my assumption/prediction is correct, this is gonna be very bad. I’m ticking off because of what I have seen. IF it is true, this time I’m gonna get really really really mad. Fucking shit. How many times do you want to break my heart? How long is it gonna take you to calm the fuck down? How many guys do you need in your fucking life? Are you that lonely? Are you that miserably desperate in need of guys? Your ex, me, that frog dude at supermarket. You can’t trust me or what? Even though i care about you this fucking much? Fuck…I may leave you. Just matter of chance. And this time, you know it’s your fault because you already know that I like you yet you still do this shit to me.

At least I’m doing to solve some misunderstandings. But she deserves my anger. What she did was pretty fucked up. I will be a bit aggressive on you because you already hurt me.

Waste of time, waste of gas, waste of money. Shouldn’t have gone for you at the first place. Girl, this Saturday when I see you, I’ll ask you one last time. If you are going to treat me like this, I’ll leave you. I could have been your best friend or boyfriend but it’s your fault for losing that opportunity because you made me feel like shit. I’ll let you choose whether you become my girlfriend, friend, or complete stranger. Your choice. I don’t have time for people like you. If you can’t choose, I’ll just leave you. Your choice.

The reason why I don’t follow whatever I should follow is not because I can’t accomplish whatever I committed to do. It’s because I don’t care. No smoking for 3 days after surgery. I don’t give a fuck, it’s not like my jaw is gonna turn back to normal or they can fix it. I haven’t smoked yet though, I’m still on the edge of if I should smoke or not

Lost a girlfriend. Gained a girl bestfriend.

I believe every doctors are scums. Including dentists, nurses, any medical related people. My mom is a dentist assistant but I don’t care, I don’t like people working in medical field. Using my body as research puppet. Can’t even fix my disorder. Keep becoming worse instead of better. Working on this for more than 10 years and there are no improvements. G fucking G, now I’m taking a surgery today and I know this is just a first step and doesn’t do shit to my disorder. I hate doctors with passion.

She’s finally opening up on me! She doesn’t care much about me touching her (not in sexual way), and she’s inviting me to her stuff…feels pretty good yo