Bitching time!



If I were to be polite, I would say something like this.

"...I'm sure they didn't mean to. They must've been in shock, how could I blame them? After all, they must've been worried inside."

But I'm not feeling polite. So what I shall say is this.

Fuck you, those people. Fuck you fuck you fuck youuuuu.






The recess bell rang. I ran through the canteen, and slipped...

...Sending me falling down, crashing onto the floor, writhing in agony.

I was in front of a stall.

the people queueing up did exactly what I wouldn't have done.

THEY JUST STOOD THERE AND STARED LIKE I WAS A ESCAPED MONKEY FROM THE ZOO.

FUCK YOU LA! A 'Are you alright?' WOULD'VE BEEN FINE. FUCK YOU. I HOPE YOU SLIP ON THE SLIPPERY FLOOR AND PEOPLE JUST WATCH.

Screw you.

On another note, I would like to say something about my computer. Now as we all know, Dad installed a timer on this thing...Imagine a bomb ticking.

IT'S DONE MORE HARM THAN GOOD, MUM.

I'm tired and I know I have homework to do. Why am I still on the computer? BECAUSE THOSE TWO HOURS THIRTY MINUTES ARE ALL I'VE GOT. I won't let it go. I can't. If I do, there's no telling what I'll miss.

Yes. I agree. The timer has helped me with self-control alot.

But I'm begging - I'm pleading, - No more, please.

In addition to that, I feel controlled - every time I see the timer I feel uneasy. How would YOU like to have a timer on your computer?