the truth is this.
im in a foul mood.

the truth is this.
i am capable of biting your head off, spit it a thousand miles away and then laugh about it.

the truth is this.
i have the right to feel this way and am in no obligation to feel remorseful about my misdeeds.

the truth is this.
that this is my prerogative.

the truth is this.
to achieve the above mention doesnt need much to do so. you just need to be ovulating.

i scowled throughout the day and stomp my way at home cos stomping seems like the best way to release my inner anger without saying the wrong things. i cant throw things and i cant yell at oscar cos he's ugly enough (for now la~) to feel disparaged even without being yelled at and i cant possibly pick a fight with everyone i see online. i cant call jon cos he is sleeping. but i suspect that he's pretending and lying low just to keep his toes on. oh well... morning has broken and he'll just have to face the music later on. muaaahahahaha evil. kidding okay~

but the truth is.



im still in a foul mood.



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