i don't care if i get hurt. i don't care if I'm made used of. I don't want to be a mean person. not now. not ever. nobody deserves to be the brunt of anything. its like the world is so complicated yet so simple. you cant let everyone get away with everything. but at the same time being a bitch isn't going to get you anywhere.

you really should stop being so superficial and judgemental about people. one day you either going to be the worlds greatest skank or the world fattest cow and nobody’s going to spare you then. and besides, no one is sparing you for your stinking attitude now. and note that i didn't say ugliest cow. cause your before and  after wont look that much different.

see the difference between you and me is simply that i do not judge and criticize random people. i judge , criticize and personally slam fuckers i know. like you.

That rant. it was not me. i swear. it was the hormones! actually no, it was me, and i meant every word i said. but yeah. haha.

you bloody fucking bitch. you really think you’re all that superior to everyone else? new flash honey buns, everyone cant stand you. you disgust a whole line of people. people who you think are so fucking impressed with you lack of mannerisms. Let me tell you this, you have no sense of respect for anyone around you. you are self obsessed and you think the whole world only spins just for you. apparently every word you say is gold. well, you know what, take all these ideas you have about yourself and stuff them up your arsehole.

You honestly have no self respect for yourself. and you have bad principles. wait. scratch that. you have NO principles. so don't you come around here and judge me for what i believe in. trust me, i have more self respect and better principles than you will ever have in this life time. more than you’ll ever learn to fake. Just because you have no conscience, it doesn't mean that everyone else has to be a stone heart bitch like you.

You honestly don't see your self, do you? essentially your a nobody who cant accept that. you just need to pretend your something your not. something greater than you'd ever be. something that you disgrace by pretending to be. pretend to be a bitch all you want. but your not. you just a childish immature rat who thinks she’s all that. well do the world a fucking favour and just.drop.dead.

I hate having the feeling of having so much of work to do. i think im going crazy. i gotta study. i gotta start my report. i gotta start mugging for finals. i gotta apply for accommodation. i gotta apply for some security check. i gotta apply honours. i gotta apply for the ra thing. i gotta to do so many things. and its just driving me nuts. i feel like baking to calm myself down but not only do i have cake in the fridge i also have cake in another Tupperware. i cant find people to feed the cakes to anymore!

I have to go do my laundry now.

iamjusttoostressedrightnow.

danya oria.

hahahaha. the things i come up with.

im am high. so so high right now.

and im sorta loving it. woooooo.

yumm

lalalala. bahabaha.

ticktaceolliewhambababhahammmy.

oh i really heart adele and saretta.

and darl, dont worry, we'll get you tolerance higher by the years ends. and by then me and adele will be awesome caregivers.

muah muacks

xoxo

I think i have two people living in my head. its sorta like the devil and angel deal. but not quite.

I have one that goes “wake up hema! you got work to do”

the other replies “5 mins!”

or “you will get this done by 6pm today!'”

“another episode of criminal minds cant hurt”

its no surprise who i listen to most.:(

You wished me a happy teachers day,

But I'm no teacher honey.

I’m just a preacher.

I don't teach them anything new.

I recite scriptures and show you pictures.

Now life, that’s the true teacher.

The one that tell us how to live,

and then watches us scream,

in pain, in agony and in frustration.

But that's what we all are here for.

These “teachers” or so you call them,

they’re there long enough to watch it unfold.

and then they recite scriptures, and show us pictures,

and they preach to us, how they were told to live.

And we don't give up.

Teachers don't teach. They merely hold our hands and recite what they were told. but they also hold our hands to help us face the unknown. But they are there. bound by duty, they are there to help us even if we can help ourselves. we just, have to be willing to learn.