Everyday. Stress. Tired.

So fuxking stress. I have to type something.

Somewhere. So here I go. Maybe just type a bit.

Oh my fuxk. I need tons of money. To waste them all. Fuxk la.

I need to grow up. To earn money. Fuxk me still kid. So many why.

Cant someone just punch me. Let me go coma or something. At least can rest.

I have got issue. Lots of issue. Super. Too much. I gathered too much.

Maybe one day I will be diagnose as mentally disabled. Hahaa bit too much but fuxk la. I just wanna type something out.

I know I whine a lot here. But come on larh. Long long time one time. So just read and shut the fuck up. What in the net stays in the net. 

And I need pills to sleep. Seriously. Someone buy for me? Ahhh tomorrow gonna run till I drop. Hopefully can relieve me. My mind is being an ass.

Cannot even sleep. Every night. Wut the fuxk. In the past. At least not that bad.

And anyway it’s my bro Ern Quek Xia 17th birthday! Happy belated birthday! Tom celebrate kay! Know you will read. Better grow up don’t so blur arh. Lol. Learn you bloody bitch. Hahaa. 

Finally fuxk it larh. Gonna end here. Lights not out. Find ways to destress. Guess that’s difficult but fuck bye.

It’s my real bro’s bday today.

Feel damn lousy as a younger bro.

I didn’t give birthday gift.

Didn’t say happy birthday to him.

Even forgot it’s his birthday countless times today.

Heh.

Morning went out eat with him.

Rest of the noon stayed at home.

Night accompany my mom for dinner.

Midnight went simpang bedok eat supper.

And.

Wonder if supper would turn out differently.

Roughly remembered every conversation we had.

Just a tiny short small little bubble world of mine own.