The pain is still there. I don't know how long we'll have to play this "patigasan" game. But it's a safe bet I'm going to lose.
Anyway, I'm still bound for the hospital if this gets any more serious. Let's hope it's a life-threatening disease. I like the attention.
Not.
This f*cking headache will literally be the death of me. F*ck you whatever you are. Let's hope you're a nasty bloodclot. Let's hope my brain dies. Let's see who suffers. F*ck you. That's all I can say.
Nothing's turning out right for me. Haha. I have a longtest on histo tom and I can't remember a f*cking thing. Well, that's f*cking life for you. Thanks a lot. Haven't I done enough, f*cking bastards. Give me a break. Dumbf*cks. F*cking burn in hell for all I care, together with these DSL bitches who can't even keep a f*cking connection straight for 5 f*cking minutes.
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Frustration is a whole lot easier to take when you're able to swear.
