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put everything behind you
Saturday, November 03, 2007 || 12:20 pm

The things that come out of my mouth, have a credibility of about 60%. And this fluctuates between moods and surroundings. Speaking of moods, i should have known what was up with me when he mentioned my ever-changing moods in short periods of time. The morning was horrible as i wake up with sharp, piercing pains to the abdomen. We girls have that set time of the month where we suddenly just hate being a girl. Its such a pity guys don't get their periods, then they'd know how it feels to feel shit with the company of moodswings, bad stomach pains and not having the freedom to do the things you like in fear of exposing any signs of menstruation. I'm sorry for my moodswings everyone, i seriously would've stayed at home if i knew they were coming! Anyways, a paragraph on menstruation? Thats sickening! Enough! Enough!!

I've walked home alone these past two days, it's really given me the time to backtrack and think a bit. I mean, excessive thinking is definitely bad for you but when you're thinking of ways of escaping a hole 'you've dug yourself' is a sure win. I wish people wouldn't take me seriously at the wrong times... and disregard my output at the right times. But whats done is done, if they choose to believe you're a true bitch at heart then, so be it. Its their misconception, and if they're close enough to you that they'd NEVER classify you as a bitch then great. I don't mind, its like i should have done this ages ago but i got to me while i was a few blocks away from home.

I plan to summarise my first relationship in the next post or so, this is to finish the story off and move on from there. It'll be so detailed because as i trekked down my street, all these memories hit me and its just ... :) somewhere i need to leave them so in about 4 years time maybe i'll come back and read about how it was. =]

Okay i'm ranting on about nothing now, good bye!