DIE WORLDCALL!!

THIS is what I feel like....

see that lil mouse in there? exactly how I feel....only shittier. And the mouse in the pic is prolly looking at the camera..but me...Im watching other fellow mice being tortured.

ANYWAY....need water...and time. ANYWAY....so everyone for some reason thinks im like party-in all the time...[which obviously is NOT true]....so im like this lucky person everyone wud like to trade their life with...

"oh...you have a pc, ac and a full mirror in your room...perfect"

"wow...I wish I were busy like you.."

"you dont seem to care...youre so lucky.."

"....you [insert some bullshit here]...youre so lucky.."

like...okay..:\

...I was gona write all the bullshit negative points here but I kinda like...dont feel like.

umm...why is this shit leaving 2 lines everytime I press enter?:s

seee..:\

bleh..

Arsalan took my sketch to scan and wont return it now...he likes it alryte...but dude...MINE..:

Everytime I sneeze its like Im sneezing my brains out...and soon I wont have any left....and I'll be all dumb...and just...be lame...er......and just...like....die....I dont like flu. And tonsils SUCK man...like...someones constantly poking a fork in my throat...like breathing hurts *slits throat*

......

And I dont like the site that nice dude made for me. I was just sitting there texting and eating and he was doing all my work and his class was at 5 but he came to help ME out at 12...and I dint reach till 1...so..like...yeah....ANYWAY...dont like the site....mine was like SO much better. I'll just copy his code on my template...well...some of it.

So...I like need to lose weight...got all these comments in just 8 hours :

"Uzma...I never thought Id ever look thinner than you..like...awsome"

"Mashallah....khuraak to dekho.." o_O

*me bumping in a desk moving it a lil* "...oh..itna wazan"

"aapko dekh ker lagta nai hai itna khati hain"

sides the first...rest were from people I had just met today.....like...why the fuck is my weight any of your business...:O

yeah...need lose weight anyway....neeend....sir dard....need.....die....nOw....oh Oh... Mariam had a fight with her husband and he left the house..:\

so she was all...."hey...give me some suicide tips..."

and i was all..."uh...dont slit your wrist...thats lame...try throat....."

and she was all...."youre actually giving me tips yo...youre crazy"

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Im not crazy.