If this is the way =.=

Sometimes I wonder if I express myself too much.
I mean, I just like to let things that bother me all out. It's not being me if I bottle up my feelings. It just feels uncomfortable.



Like today, my parents think I am stressed =.=
Cause I told my mom [yes, all-out], that my roommate has been disturbing my sleep with his early wake every day, especially holiday, when I could use some extra sleeping period.
My dad, apparently thought I was depressed because of this.
Then he told me what to do next, bla3x, even to the point of blaming me because I always sleep late and scolded me.
Intentional or not, it fed me up.


I know he was just concerned. But let me get this straight.

First thing first, I know what to do next [YOU! watch out]
Secondly, I was confused if what I said really sounded like depressed-mode.
Last but not least, I AM NOT STRESSED TO THE POINT THAT I'LL NEGLECT MY STUDY AND THEN FAIL MY O LEVEL.




Now, this had me thinking again.
Is the way I present myself can make people misunderstand me so easily? Even my parents, who supposedly and self-claimedly said they knew best could misunderstand me.
Oh yeah, after all [yes, I keep forgetting this], I need to master THE ART OF SHUTTING-THE-FUCK-UP.
Since most things I say irritate people around me.

Damn it, must I really give an indifferent attitude so that people can't misunderstand me? =.='










OK, this is just an additional post.



THIS GODDAMN POST IS NOT ORIGINAL ANYMORE. NOT WHAT I FEEL ANYMORE.
IT WAS 2ND VERSION.
THE FIRST FUCKING VERSION WAS SUDDENLY GONE WHEN I PRESS ENTER.
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKINGLY SAVED AS DRAFT BUT THIS DAMN WEBSITE JUST HAD THIS GODDAMN PROBLEM.
U DAMN WEBSITE, NOW I CANT EXPRESS MY FEELINGS CORRECTLY.
CIBAI NGENTOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK


I GONNA GO SLEEP. UR PRESENCE MAKE ME IRRITATED. THERE GOES MY STUDY MOOD AND SPIRIT.


FIRST MY BLOODY ATTITUDE FROM MY ROOMMATE, THEN THIS FUCKINGLY-FUCKING WEBSITE.




I WONDER WHEN THE FUCK IS THIS GONNA END.



















Damn you. If not because of the archives of my forbidden feelings, I'd have annihilated you to the deepest part of Hell instead.
Bastard.














Anyway, you see. This is me. I express things in words. Then my mood-meter will return from bad to normal.
Wonder why people think I am goddamn stressed =='