my dream and "dream".

i am gonna.
i am gonna.
i am gonna.

quit my ttsh job.

phew.
it's hard fer mi to make tis decision.

i am not being rash.
i made tis decision wif the tons of bills in front of mi.

i realli feel like blogging all my problems.
but i'm quite sick of doing so alreadi.
i hate the me who keep complaining.
keep grumbling.
like a weakling.
like seeking fer pity and attention.
NO NEED.
i can jolly well take good care of myself.

wah.
valerie jus informed mi 'O' is out tis friday.
'A' shd be ard the corner den.
gosh.
i am feeling so worried all of a sudden.
wad if i cant make it?
haix,
not gonna go fer one even if i make it too.
i do miss sch.
i must say,
i love studying.
althou i hab been consoling myself tat there is no nid to go Uni to hab a bright future.
but i realli do dream of going to one.
the fun the place promise.
wonderful.

i still haben get over the shock from tat nightmare.
to dream tat u nearly got rape.
is not sth....nice.

i shall work harder consoling myself.
"it's okie it's okie. it's okie."

no, it's not.
='(