Things have never been looking up. I just dont know that should I be happy to go back to school or what. I can sense some butterflies playing a fool in my stomach and I just feel like throwing myself down from the 24th storey. Ahh. Shitass.
This week has been the most awful and sucky one. I just hate it. I didnt have the chance to have fun before the school reopen and now holidays are over. Teachers keep drilling me about homeworks which I have not passed up yet and reflections that I have to write to Mr Singh. Fcuk him okay. He somehow irritates me. Jyians have to run 2.4km run to train for our cross country next friday. I think Im going to be sick for these coming days. My whole body is aching and for shitty reasons, I just feel like I want to stop schooling.
I'm worried for boyfy. He had a great fall yesterday until he injured so badly. I get to meet him justnow and I can say that it was that bad. He had his futsal match next saturday and Im so worried that he can't make it. Boyfy, promise me to take care of yourself. Do you know how much I really care for you? I love you, hunney.
And heck, if you bitches seems to fucking hate me for whatever fucking reasons, then you fucking shut up and go away from my fucking life. You're just some nuisance and pathetic who seems to need some kind of extra attention from me, do you? Dear Fucks, get your fucking life of your own. I dont need some fuckers to lead my life. Heck. Scram you.
Pardon me. Apology. I'm just not me now. Don't ruin my life. Go away for now. Please.
TIARA ATYRA
I'm TIARA ♥ and I'm pretty messed up.
I tend to make alot of mistakes.
And I like to keep things real.
Thank you.
TWENTY-ONE
09 june, 1992
BEST VIEWED IN MOZILLA FIREFOX
DESIRE
1) Pink Baby-G Watch 2) Pass my car license 3) Pink Kate Spade Wallet
4) More & More Heels 5) Iphone 4 6) Pink VAIO Laptop
7) Ipad 3
8) Pink Guitar
9) Pink Nikon 1
10) Chanel bag
Things have never been looking up. I just dont know that should I be happy to go back to school or what. I can sense some butterflies playing a fool in my stomach and I just feel like throwing myself down from the 24th storey. Ahh. Shitass. 
