& i really wonder what you had hoped to achieve,
by telling me that you're angry and disappointed in me.
surely you know by now that i don't care what you or the sqd thinks of me.
for god's sake, don't start ranting and then don't even tell me why you're throwing a bunch of fucking crap at me.
you're just wasting my time and yours.

& fyi, i never asked for any of your help.
hell, i never wanted it.
so why bother yourself then?
like i've told you probably about a hundred times already,
i know perfectly well what the fuck i'm doing,
i know just fine who i'm hanging out with,
& i know exactly what i want to do.
& really, i don't give a fuck if you approve of it or not.
'cause it's my life, not yours.

& if you're mad 'cause i skipped the meeting,
i gotta say i'm hell glad i did that.
there's so many other things that i can do than attend it.

there, that's all with ranting.
oh and the 'rents suck.
i hate them, really i do.

so i must say it feels good to rant it out.
but then again, there's that little nagging urge to fulfil.
ah wells, they won't know.
not if i'm careful.
10:44 PM
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