Bad Trip and Other Sh*t

*S: 12.17: 2.41 BEWARE! Contagious: Piano in the Dark and some Christmas songs... 8 days till Christmas

Hayz.
I hate Sundays. Not becuase of Mass... actually, that's my only consolation. It makes me feel better.
I hate it grabe. Exactly when I wake up, there has to be some kind of mess I have to put up with. It makes my day sour. My voice is scratchy and I have colds again. Not to mention the sudden memories of hatred and all other such atrocities.

Grabe.
Sometimes you just won't feel it.
And no matter what you do, everything backfires.
And sometimes you'd think you'd trust people and they'd trust you. But of course not, they'd rather believe the less reliable source. Say that I'm lying. I'm just so pissed at it. I mean. F^CK it. Why them? Am I not honest? Is that it? Sometimes, you'd jsut wish you were elsewhere. You wouldn't really feel it. And I hate it so much.

Don't try making sense of this. You just won't understand.