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(Picture taken by me while Daddy was driving on the road.)
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That was how low the cloud seemed like. It looked really heavy. Like it accumulated millions of tiny clouds together, and time by time, it grew bigger and bigger. And it looks like it’s gonna give a real heavy downpour any second. Like just.. "WUSHHH" and the whole big cloud shit’s gonna spit rain and along comes the thunder storms.
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Just like how my stress is continuously building.
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More stressed out day by day, they’re accumulated all in the same tiny spot. Soon enough, the tiny spot’s not gonna be able to hold them there tight enough. It’ll literally just explode.
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And It would be my brain.
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Frik’n ASS PEE AM (SPM), you don’t kick ass.. you can kiss MA‘ass. Stealing all my joy at this moment. And you’re so greedy, that you’re stalking all my friends and you made them soooo busy entertaining you, that they have no time left to play with me.
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And that’s not enough aye? Now you’re taking up all my sleeping time. Your ASS is huge enough I’ll tell ya, go get your own nap time, bugger!
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Oh now you’re not happy I’m complaining about you huh? So you’re threatening me now that I won’t be able to please you well enough, and win myself your straight-As-certificate prize in Feb/March 2008? Don’t be a pissy and sob like a baby.
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You deserve all the critics and complaints. After all the pressure and stress and not-enjoyable-moments you are giving me and my friends right now, oh you SOOO do deserve them!
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I’m already giving you my very best. But all you want from me is MORE MORE MORE AND MORE! All you care is making me more stressed out, and gaining pleasure out of it! LEAVE BRITNEY ME ALONE!
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Well like said, this is one of the great things about the Internet; You can share your nervous breakdown with the entire world.
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Yours truly,
Cheryl, youtube is my current source of entertainment now.
