I'm not happy with my life right now. No really, I am really not happy. I don't usually get the meaning of fuck my life, but now I do. However I won't fuck my life over this its not worth it. Let just say I suck.

I fucking need a job because firstly, my wardrobe is dusty I need new tops, pants, footwear(!) and so on. I need a job because I don't want to be doing nothing for 4months and I need a job because I used moms' 100bucks and when she get back home she'll bloody scream at me and I know I have to get the cash out by that period of time.

and then, I've been fucking restless it sucks because I don't have a park. I bloody want to jog somewhere but bugis seemed so parkless and the last time I remembered jogging was last month and people stared at me. Yes people I'm getting fatter day by day and this really is disturbing. Weight and physical appearance are very important to me. And I don't think I'll be happy being fat even if Bruno Mars catch a grenade for me. Okay I shall shut myself up.

But then again, I am really not happy with my life until I get a bloody job which I am keened to work with. I'm fussy, but so? I don't want to be working and then pull a long face and complain how sucky my workplace is. I swear this is killing me.its affecting my bodyclock. I can't sleep eventhough I'm so tired.



I'm so mad right now I can order a bloody mcspicy fillet o fish and whatever MacDonald has in store for an angry girl like me. Speaking of which I want mc spicy. I'm so hungry but I get angry at myself after eating and then I'll get moody. Omg, I should really stop ranting how suckish my life is right now.

On a brighter note, well actually. There isn't any. Sigh. Okay I feel slightly better now. Goodnight people.