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BITTERSWEET.:

...Otherwise known as the FML FORUM.

Basically, get everything off your chest here. You know it's always good to tell someone... even an internet someone.



PS.

But no stalking.

BITTERSWEET.:

confession;;
Even if nobody else is going to use this thread, I will.
It's funny how your day can go from great to "I'd love to shoot myself". Epic. Fail. I feel like a fool. Like I've let my team down.
I hate my life.
Did I get distracted by seeing a certain someone in a tux? I think yes. Not even a cursory glance from the other, came my way. I had vowed never to get distracted from my true task by this certain someone.
Vows are made to be broken.
So now I have no ticket. If I just rock up to the ball tomorrow, will I get a seat? I will if I disturb the multitude of girls in their "wedding" frocks, to receive one from a friend, who similarly looks like she is about to say "I do".
Seems I can't have a high, without having a low. I somewhat correctly call these, my bipolar days.
And something will go wrong tomorrow. Hopefully its to do with my journey, rather than the ball.

I'm pinning my hopes on seeing that certain someone in a tux.

Chef Tyler-wa:
I have a very bad addiction.

Treya-Chan:
I think my death is cool and want to die

BITTERSWEET.:

confession;;
Nothing went wrong with my journey. Unfortunately my innards twist with apprehension knowing what may lie ahead: surely, a fall, an embarrassing moment, or something worse.
Like a failure to act.
Never will I forgive myself for Wednesday. Instead of seizing the moment, I balked and my courage died inside my heart like a sickly infant. Carpe diem. Huh. That's what they all say.
Cross my fingers. Cross my toes. Cross everything that can be crossed, even though I am not Christian and never have been.

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