Is this the new life?
Or is this just fantasy?
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen is an all time classic, try it. Freddie Mercury's falsetto will tear your boxers apart.
I hate wednesdays with a passion. What's the point of ending early when my other friends are still having lessons.
And I broke my new year resolution not to cuss. So fuck it, I won't restrain anymore, even though I'll try to be more civil and not spew profanities like the XY chromosomes in school.
I miss the crescent hockers. Hockey is so screwed up here, Sir doesn't even want to participate in our penalty corners. HOW TO WIN? I can't put the blame on him though, I suck more than any vacuum can. If only I can play better, train better and just be better.
I'm sorry I was annoying today.
I'm sorry I pissed you off today.
I'm sorry I lost it today.
Why is it so hard to deal with you? We're so close, yet we're not clean enough with each other. This kind of friendship is the most meaningless kind - we are civil in front of each other, smiles and such. Behind, bitchiness ensues. It's not your fault though, solely mine. I blame myself for not being on the same wavelength as you. I wish we could both be as naive as primary school kids, maybe this way we won't be able to dish out the dirt on each other. What karma, what fengshui, it's all bullshit. I just want us to be frank, to be be friends, if the word actually means anything. But it's not easy, we are matured at heart but immature in mind. I apologise for not being the ideal person you want in a friend, I also wished to be different, to be changed. If I could muster up the guts to tell you what I really think of you in person, I would, but I'm afraid you won't accept it with an open mind. Words like 'backstab', 'bitch' and 'break down' are overused, so I won't alleviate the situation. But the message is clear: I want out.
If there's one person I really hate, it's me.
