Literally all anger and rage are fuming in this tiny bottle of soul in such rapid momentum I can't decide to hold them in anymore. It's been liddis for the past one week, and I can't figure single shiets behind all these hormonal tantrums I had bottled down, perhaps it's been there for months since I finished my internship and not wanting to be involved in any major roles in life because taking a break in life sounds like the perfect plan for now, at this age which I think I'm really getting older.
Physically, mentally and emotionally. I was so despair and upset over the tiniest thing ever, when my bestf doesn't reply my text even if her last seen in Whatsapp was after reading the text message I'd sent earlier. *stares
OR...
when I called her house, her cellphone, her everything that I can contact/dial/call/reach/sms/text/viber/ and etc but she still doesn't reply because she's missing in action. (Seriously, I regretted so much that I hate ACCA for lending my friend for 2 bloody years, or more likely - they just took her away without MY permission, yes MY PERMISSION)
See, you understand now when I said my hormonal tantrums lists can start anywhere from A to Z, then back to F and heads straight off to U and probably back to C, and next K. You got it right, pretty much fucked up when I am whiny, I rant and all these annoyance just piled up made Shu Ting such a grumpy child. Then over all these nonsense, I actually find the need to write all my anger down but as I typed longer, I lost my train of thoughts and I don't know where did all my previous angsty went! Either the rage had just flirt and dance with the wind or probably went down my large intestine. Shouldn't have had too much of the mata kucing when I was a little hesitated to binge on my dinner today, so I had a whole basket of the fruit while watching TV during my weekends. Smartypant resulted having bad diarrhoea, releasing all the shiets that I have amounted over months of constipated emotions. Seriously, constipation larh.
Maybe, I should start to think and imagine how's first class tomorrow for Fundamentals of Publishing gonna be like with Roshan's lessons. Hopefully, he's gonna be as kind as the previous semester he had with us, please...please don't make me regret switching my elective and taking his subject! September doesn't sound any nicer and kind anymore with the amount of assignments and project briefings we received during the first week of college. May the force be with us, for real.
Byebye.
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