I'm Perfectly Aware

i may now begin this post with a really bad dream i had last night. i would love to post more interesting stories, but heck, my life is equal to daftness, so this is the only thing that's been going on my mind lately. anyway, in the dream, the school's seniors set up a couples' day party. sort of like valentine's day only it's in March. haha. anyway, i, who have a spotless love record, felt devastated. what stupid boyfriend-less creature would attend the party? not me, nuh-uh. and i wld be called a trespasser if i did. "oooh look, she's not invited. fuck off!"

sorry, it's just a dream, but i seem to make it more real than it should be. love is a subject i would clearly avoid. after a particular person shoved the words "go get yourself a bf lah" right at my worthless face, i didn't wanna hear anything related to that word. for the sake of my dignity, i dnt wanna point out names, but this person shattered my fragile self into pieces. and frankly, i dnt care abt my dignity anymore. who cares abt my dignity when i'm not attractive enough to have one? it hurts to know i'm not good enough to hv a relationship.

is it my own freaking fault that i dnt hv a perfect face, let alone a great personality? in this era, boys dnt care abt something as stupid as a great personality. what they look for is a big assed, plastic bitch. i've had enough of them and their greed for pretty bitches. although i dnt think all of them are like that. but most of them are. huh, dickheads. they just ruin my life.