" So pick a fucking side and place the blame..."

Hello world.

I just woke up and am like fucking tired and cranky.

I feel so obligated to do what people ask me to and I wish I would stop that.

I hate the fact that mum is stuffing me with food everyday,(expanding waiseline thank you)and because I feel bad towards her , I eat anyway.

I'm seriously considering turning bulimic.

I feel so stuffed from last night's dinner and there's a fucking big packet of rice on the table now.

And I hate it when people avoid me without giving me a valid reason.

I rather they say straight to my face that I've been as asshole and tell me what's wrong than avoid me and leave me guessing.

And I hate it when people say something to me and I don't catch it or didn't hear right, they'd just say nevermind and leave it.  

I HATE TO PLAY GUESSING GAMES.

I really hate to b here now. Its driving me nuts literally. I've got an awful feeling I'm gonna 

breakdown. I hate to be the one crying when I didn't even do anything. I really cannot take pressure anymore.

One's patience has its limits.

Just one more straw to break this camel's back.