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Monday, December 1, 2008, 9:26 PM
I need a place to vent out my anger, and sort my feelings out.1st feeling: worried.
I saw him out, I knew something was wrong.
He's fever is up and down.
All syntoms of dengue but it isn't.
2nd feeling: angry.
I told him that health is more impt.
Although I know he got work to do.
He simply reply with 1 word, 'heck.'
WTH! I'm damn angry about it.
It's like, hello, I'm here to tell you that health is everything.
And yet you told me heck?
Die if you want.
3rd feeling: given up hope.
Since whatever I've said, to you it's just heck.
I just don't feel like talking to you anymore.
Because, you simply don't give a damn, even on your own health.
Then why should I care?
#edited at 10.09
I can't be bothered to type what I've typed just now.
Internet disconnected and there goes my post.
Fuck that.