I think I'm having that self-esteem attact again.

I was busy reading some random girl's blog (instead of searching for ascorbic acid's refraction factor like I was supposed to) and goddamnit, I hate her life. I'm being such a typical girl, getting jealous because another girl is so freaking rich that she gets to go to a cool college and learn all the cool stuffs. Unlike me who's struggling to write my stinking BIOLogy G4 report at 1.24 in the morning. Do you know how eerie it is at 1.24 am sitting alone at the dining table trying extremely hard to stay focused on a report? I bet she's busy dancing her ass off to some swanky music with her swanky friends at some swanky club drinking swanky vodka. While I'm here stuffing my big fat belly with whatever's left in the fridge and smelling kinda funky because I haven't showered.

I'm doing it again! God, I hate self-pity.

Dear Self-esteem,
You're such a bitch. If I find you, I would love to give you an assful of shoe. So, please evaporate into thin air before that happens and leave me alone!

Hatred always,

Mya.

The 'L' sign is indelibly marked on my forehead.

Before things get anymore pathetic, I'm going to sembahyang Isyak. and hit the sheets.

GOODNIGHT PERFECT PEOPLE. (who obviously don't read my blog, duh.)