9.3.05 ;

Rage is sweeter than Love.

My pompous attitude might
have nettled several people.
I'm sorry you have to put up
with my infrequent outbursts
of temper. Don't you want to
hate me? It's tempting ain't it?

A soundless body wants to cry.
Eyes so irritated but still so dry.
I'm feeling this miff, so extreme,
i find it hard to comprehend.
Could it be that i was jolted out
of my paradoxical sleep? >:(
Or i could attribute it to the
infamous 'time of the month'.

Of course, that's just an excuse
most girls (in particularly me)
give to be a total Bitch, minus
the guilt. And i have undoubtly
abused this privilege. Hurhur.
I feel horrid and look worse.

That's 2 minutes of rage, hate,
and uncontrollable words spoken
out loud but words are mute,
no one understands.

I think i'm calling it a day even
though i just woke up from a nap
say, 2 hours ago. No point staying
up when i can't complete my
assignments. My mind isn't in
a state to think coherently.

9 more days.