Sunday, January 18, 2009.

I can't talk.

as in for real.. i cannot talk.
and in my entire life, i have never ever dreaded eating food or drinking anything.

why?

because of my stupid wisdom tooth.
it hurts like shit.
so damn bad, i cannot even sallow my saliva.

i cannot eat, drink, talk, nothing!

and i am having a slight fever.
i need to go to school, to see the dentist.
but i am oh so scared..

cause i don even trust that lady...
she is so...
hmmms.

this sucks.
this really sucks.

i cannot even do my homework,
why?

cause yesterday the shooting thingy.
today i had to go to my godfather's house to do the pineapple thing.
i was so exhausted, i fell asleep immediately once we were done.

and the worse thing of all, is that i could not eat...
i could not even chew.
much less even open my mouth big enough for the spoon to go in.
yeah, that's how bad it is.

and what, my sister was complaining about me not using my retainers.
for whoever sake, i said it so damn many times.
it is too tight.
and even the doctor said that use now also no point.

and, she was telling to my mom.
"she and dad little bit pain also cannot."
hello?
little bit of pain?

for a person who cries when her eyebrow is being plucked,
or when a person throw a chopstick at you, and cry.

little bit of pain also cannot take? I sincerely beg your pardon?

be glad woman, be glad.
in fact, count your lucky stars, when you said that to me when i was eating.

i never felt such urge to throw you off the building, or throw my utensils at you.
why? because of your face, your bloody face.
and your tone, that i despise so much, i felt like ripping your throat out right there and then.

it hurts to even sallow my saliva you bitch.
i cannot even chew,
i cannot even eat.
why do you think i don wanna talk?

use your brains woman.
use your brains you boast so much about.

and, if the dentist lady does anything wrong.
everybody get ready some flowers and hampers to visit her in the hospital, oh or maybe, her funeral.

and people.
do not ever make fun of me not talking, eating or whatever.
i can don't talk, but my hands will be the one speaking for me.
and i doubt, that neither of us want to suffer, or be in pain.

so don piss me off.

p.s
_|_ it hurts so bloody my mood is forever grouchy.
a warning people. a warning.
so heed it.
p.p.s
ugghh, i am uber pissed so scram.

{ 6:29 PM }

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