Saturday, September 19, 2009
I have no moood for anything..
Kinda fan.. Thinking too much i think..
And yeah.. I didn't get marksmen.. Really wasn't my luck..
I know ppl might say its skill what.. What luck..
But trust me.. In my case.. It wasn't about skill..
I was fucking unlucky.. that's all.. So much so that i was tired out and couldn't hold my rifle steadily anymore..
No mood to explain also la.. Arghh..
Luck's been awfully bad..
Phone's failed on me..
And I am thinking.. HOW THE FUCK do I get the number of the guy who owe me 850 bucks..
so many other things bothering me..
WHY CAN'T I LIVE A WORRILESS LIFE?!
IT'S SO GOD DAMN FUCKING IRRITATING!
EVERYTIME THINGS LOOK LIKE THEY ARE GETTING BETTER..
IT GOES EVEN FURTHER DOWNWARDS..
What am I? Some kinda always happy machine?
Imprinted smile or what? Recorded laughter?
Fuck it..
Ciaos..
carved upon my life at 1:29:00 AM