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Friday, December 25, 2009 { 5:51 AM }

Problems after problems.

Monetary, family, personal.
What shit already has not happened, I don't know.

Stress upon stress.
I hate everything that is happening,
be it in house or out.

All the history is repeating itself.
History which I'm not fond of. Totally.

Camp seems to be like shit is already enough.
The training and how they treat us is worse than how you can imagine.
Have to at least pass IPPT, which is almost impossible for me.

Family-wise, everybody seems to be negative towards me.
Mum, Dad, Aunt. Everyone.
All they do is nag & nag & nag & nag.

When I raise my voice just a lil',
BOOM! There they go.
Tsunami can hide in fear.

I'm hating every moment that passes by.
Sounds like I'm an emo fag, but this time it only makes me fuming.
Nothing beats than having my own room of space and freedom from everyone.
GOD, I REALLY NEED YOU NOW.