Monday, October 25, 2004
.:. The Bitch Day Starts With .:.
I told them but they wouldn't listen. I told them noot to go Geylang tat day. "It's a saturday" i said. Bound to be trouble. I'm not scared, mind u, but i juz feel sorry if any1 gets hurt accidentally.
Now Miz is warded. Stabbed. Rite smack in the middle of the freakin bazaar. Whose fault izzit then? N why did all u pricks run? Wanna be gangster wat...wanna show 'terror' wat... Who's gonna answer now? Now i gotta be involved. U all think i so free izzit? This is wat u get for not listening to me... I'm sorry fpr Miz, i realie am, but every1 noes i'm tryin to pull out, keep away. This is pissin me off. Dont act like gangsters if u're afraid of the consequences n run. I'd better juz stay home for the time bein so tat i wont be givin each of u a tight slap.
So this is the way i am...the way i lead my miserable life... A troublemaker since young... explains the MAT-ness, explains the vulgarities tat come out of the huge, stupid hole in my face every 30 seconds, explains why i'm a turn off for every1 ard me... "Settle down, THEN u're free..." yeah rite...settle down... With these kinda 'frens' ard me? My 'bros'? Nobody cares to even get close with a prick like me... Wrong place? Wrong time? Nah, its juz the wrong way i chose to lead my life, n now there's no turnin back. Juz wonderin how far i can 'swerve'....
.:. The Bitch day Ends .:.
10:10 AM
