I am so fucked up when I hear lame excuses that seems to be unbelievable. That's why sometimes I am irritated to myself. Whatever I do, there's always lame excuses to be made. How pitiful. Argh. Damn life. It shouldn't be like this.
Chery and Harlene, my research partners, went to my house to fix our powerpoint presentation for our research. I bet I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that we, a bunch of high schoolers, are doing thesis that is for college students. Am I right? Yeah, we really need to comply, or else no certificate for graduation. That's what I don't want to happen. 私は私の生命を憎む So far, we haven't refined our Introduction but the Methodology and the Results are going smoothly. Hope I could my father's laptop so we can continue working on it at school since we're banned from using the IT Center in school. (That's is not right! We're the ones who paid it! Give it back to the fourth years!)
Life is full of boring colors and fake smiles. (生命は退屈な色の完全であり、偽造品は微笑する。)
That's how I view my life. Completely dull. Unless there's somebody to fill it up with shimmering colors so that I can experience the joy what the world is in store for me.
Why am I being frustrated? It is because I was forced by my mother to go with her in a bible study. I really not on the mood to listen to religious stuffs, but she dominated my decisions again. Darn. Parents are the superior ones. Follow them or you'll be dead. After all, they're the ones who made sacrifices just to make sure that you will have a good future within your hands.
Oh, tomorrow's my classmate's Milky's birthday. Happy birthday to her. Even though, we're not that close, but I treat her nicely since I am confessing to her my hidden feelings. But it's a different story when I tell things to Marco, since he understands my every single personality flaw. Promise, you wouldn't expect the Denise you knew will be different if you asked him. I treat him like my best friend, so trust him to hide my shitty personality complex.
Adios amigos!
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