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hmmm... fact: there are people out there who were born who are not worth your attention because they are just wasting your time.
weirdo story # 2 (happy now? for those freaking f*cking weirdos who expected this)
someone commented on my weirdo story #1. he told me that what i was writing was dumb since i only wrote "weirdo story #1." he said there should be a follow-up. there should be a #2 or #3. well, here what he's asking for. another weird story (well, actually this is not exactly a story. more of a response. just in case he's thinking of replying and commenting once more) for a f*cking weirdo who he thinks he is the best ass-hole in the world. well, actually. he is. come to think of it.
i got our college yearbook today. and i liked what i saw in it. the layout was pretty nice and i liked the idea of creative shots being used for the front pictures instead of the usual "toga" picture. it is really so masscomm. and it speaks a lot about masscomm people. i liked it.

Old High-Rise.
weirdo story #1:
i am sitting in front of my pc quietly typing some stuffs in my blog when someone suddenly messaged me from my yahoo messenger and i don't know who he or she is. he or she (i really don't know if he's a he or she's a she) typed the message, "you're a faggot."
WWWHHHAAATTT???!!!
i suddenly freaked out. why would anyone message me something like that? i ignored it at first and deleted the window. when another message suddenly popped out. this time, it said, "kill yourself."
Duh.
And why would i do that in the first place? because of what he or she said in the first message that i'm a faggot? and if i am, why would i kill myself for the simple reason that i am a faggot? and for most people that know me, hello?!!! i am not a faggot. i am a girl. period. i ignored the message again,deleted it, when another message popped out yet again. it said, "i'll paint the walls with your blood."
hmmm... this is getting freakier and creepier. i suppose whoever this person is, is reading my blog, for all i know. because of all the talks of depression and bitterness in my entries. but hey, whatever these things that i write in my blog is not just who i am. people who really know me would say so. i usually write something when i'm lonely or something but its not all that i am. and if he or she is referring to what i'm actually writing in my blog, hello?! are gays and lesbians (those he or she calls faggots. hmp!) usually depressed? why would they be? they're living the happy life that they want. and it only proves one thing, he or she is homophobic, whoever he or she is.
why would anyone want to do that to me? and why would anyone message me like that? i tried searching his or her ID in the YM, but i couldn't find out who he or she was. is it possible that he or she is just hacking or something? hmmm....
weirdo...

starry starry night...
paint the flowers blue and gray...
look at all the summer's day...
sigh... summer's almost through...
Depression.
Funny how this one simple word can drastically and dramatically change your whole life.
Funny how it can make your life miserable.
Funny how it can make you think the most ridiculous things in the world.
Funny how it can make you do the most ridiculous things in the world.
Funny how it can make you sick.
Funny how it can make you fat. Or thin.
Funny how most people ignore those who have this.
Funny how most people treat this as if this is nothing.
Funny how it can actually kill you.
I am depressed.
sleep.
needed.
tired.
life.