GRR

I SWEAR I HATE MY FEET.

hmpfshmpfshmpfshmpfshmpfs. ROARSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

you guys just wont understand how it sucks not being able to fit into any NORMAL shoe available cuz i have stinking FLAT FEET. it almost reduces me to tears each time things like that happen. i feel as though i'm DEFORMED and like i'm such a LOSER. goodness. even finding SCHOOL SHOES is a FING PROBLEM. ROARS.

i hate it. but what to do. mum says to accept. like yah, the only thing i can do now is to accept stuff. like how i must learn how to accept pop and his weird way of thinking that always pisses me off since we two are of totally different frequencies. and i simply dont understand why he has to say and do redundant stuff just for the sake of doing so. i wanted to tell him off a couple of times already, maybe he would understand. then an image of him being hell lotta furious would be conjured in my mind. and i'll be like, okay i give up, whatever. so i just shut up. GRR.

i wonder how much one's patience can be stretched.

but here's the catch,
i know he loves me.

very much.