Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Thursday, July 29, 2010 7:37 PM
I don't have any siblings. Nor any closest relatives. Don't ask me why. I'm close to neither of them. Most of them are proud bitches. I will replace it with something else. 
My apologies to those reading this post. It's time to blog about what I've been bottling up. My heart can't take it anymore. It's full. And it's time to spill some of the contents in it.
You see, I've been trying my best to appreciate life. Trying my best to make lemonade out of the lemons god gave me. It's still sour. Tried adding sugar to it. Too much sugar won't do a soul any good. Right? I joke, laugh, smile. Of course I look happy. Why cry on the spot when something saddening happens? That's insane. 
It seems like I should shut my trap. People telling me to shut up nowadays. Well, maybe only 2 peeps. But still... When I don't talk, people ask me what's wrong. You guys tell me to shut up in the first place, right?
No texts from you for days. We didn't talk much either. Was upset for the whole day. And the only thing you asked me was, did I see so and so. I see, so your life revolves around others, not me. Jealousy. It's so overwhelming. Take a knife and kill me. And stop hurting me without realising. Please.

I'm so sorry to all those reading this. I'll post a joke I've been wanting to post since I-don't-know-when, alright? 

3 men die and go to heaven. One's a marine, one's a Navy seal, and the last is an army ranger. At the pearly gates, Saint Peter is unsure if he was going to let them in due to their philandering and boorish ways.
He decides to let them in, but gives a strict warning not to have impure thoughts or they will lose their wings and burn in hell. All 3 men walk in, and as a test Saint Peter sends a beautiful blonde angel walking in front of all 3 men.
As the blonde angel bends over and grabs her ankles, the navy seal and the marine lose their wings. As they bent over to pick up their wings, the ranger lost his.