Rants for rats.

I know what to get Chrissy for her birthday.

SANDPAPER and CHALK.

Lots and lots of them.
I bet she'll love them. Think of it as a childhood gift though you're still in your childhood. =]
So Chrissy, how about it?

I knew it would be mind-boggling. It was. It is. That book takes a long time to read. I don't know why. It just does. I usually finish a book in a day. Got so used to it that it feels weird to not finish a book in a day.

I got so sick of it that I don't bother anymore. Why can't you guys just get straight to the damn point? What's the use of twisting and turning the whole thing when you freaking know that you're going to end up hurting her? You won't know how it feels till the same thing occurs to you. You wouldn't want it.

PP, I don't agree with what you did. But you simply wrote what I felt about her. Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks the same way. Every time she does it, I forgive her or should I say them but it doesn't mean I forget about it. I just don't dwell on it. What's the use of reminiscing the past, especially something that makes you angry and frustrated?

I'm becoming very emotional these days. No one knows the whole story.
I just can't seem to say it out. So I'm using this blog as a vent. To keep me sane.
Someday I won't be able to contain it anymore and just burst out crying.
I suggest you to stop reading cause these are all rantings. Nothing but rantings.

We, as in my school, have no cheer team anymore. Thinking of it, it's seems really sadistic.
Obviously I had hoped for something better. I mean come on, performances are a blast but I doubt we'll be going for any this year at the rate we're going. Such a waste. I've gone really rusty.
Back pains are a sore. Refrains you from doing anything.
Pray that I'll heal from the back pains sooner than soon.

I did say earlier in my post that I had a story to tell but I'll keep it for later.

Till happy days come passing by.

P.S. I will talk to you. It's been what, a month?