lay off my back

To be honest with you, sometimes I hate being a girl. Why? Mood swings, that's why! Or was it hormones? Hm.. I'll get back to you on that.

Anyway, this bloody mood swings slash hormones is driving me crazy. Like they have the mind of their own. Its like they have the key to my rudeness cells or something. Cause truth to be told, I am pretty rude with words when I am so bloody upset.

And as you could see, I am upset right now. Come on ask me why. Well, because my bloody pan drive (sorry I'm too upset to think about spelling right now) is missing. Yes, missing. I love that bloody pink thing so much that I let it ruin my head right now!

And that's just not it. You, yes you. What the hell is wrong with you. I am trying to the nicest *tutt* for you, practically care for you and this is how you repay me? Oh sorry for being to considerate when you're not. Thank you so much. And you, yes another you. Why are you trying to convince me to believe in you? I believe what I want to believe. So stop talking to me.

I am so bloody upset. Cheers for rubbing me the wrong way. I feel like choking someone right now. That's it, I am getting myself a stress ball a.s.a.p!