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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
There's only one word to describe me.
Name: Shawn/Randy/Tatsuya
School:Singapore Polytechnic
Age: 17
Birthday: 14th May 1993

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Monday, October 18, 2010 { 9:14 PM }

I can't believe my friends, all just ditched me, to play IH. I am SICK and TIRED of trying to organise things. How often has someone ditched my plans for his/her own? How often does what i plan come out to be perfect? This is serious bullshit la? I text to ask if we're playing before i even came home. Next, i come home, and msn the peeps to play. I called raymond and kendog before i bathed to ensure we're playing PUB AND WE GOT FUCKING 5 PEOPLE? And then, i go to eat. I said i would be back by 8.45, even though i came back by 8.55, i immediately msn-ed and came online skype to ask them to play. NEXT MOMENT THEY HAVE AN IN HOUSE, AND I'M NOT PLAYING? WHAT THE FUCK? IT'S FUCKING NO SENSE. COME ON, I TRIED ORGANISING, I TRIED GETTING US A GAME TO PLAY, NEXT MIN IH AND I NO NEED PLAY. FUCK YOU LA. CCB.

Seriously bullshit. Even kendog ditched me. Seriously? How many years of friendship did we have again ? And you don't know how to call me and ask if i wanna join? What the Fuck. WHAT KIND OF FUCKING FRIENDS ARE YOU PEOPLE? START W/O ME, YOU LEAVE ME A DAMN SLOT, AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK WE ARE PLAYING. THANK YOU PEOPLE. I LOVE MY FUCKING RETARDED FRIENDS. CCB. I DULAN MAX NOW. KNN. CB, AND I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO COMING HOME TO PLAY, DE-STRESS AND LET OFF SOME STEAM. YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING BAD IT IS ALR IN SCH? ALL I SEE IS EVERYONE PASSING MODULES AND STAYING TOGETHER IN THE SAME CLASS. AND ME AND JIAN PING? NOT EVEN IN THE SAME CLASS AND GETTING SENT TO SEPERATE CLASSES? IT'S ALREADY BAD ENOUGH FOR ME IN SCHOOL. HOW THE FUCK DO I LIVE WITH ALL THIS PRESSURE?

It's just the 1st day, there's a long way to go. And to think i thought of the phrase " When you truely are alone, you realise how much your friends means to you." FUCKLOAD OF FUCK. CCB. WHEN I'M ALONE, I AM ALONE. Who's my friend when i need one?

It's just day one. I can't take it.