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Vamp Addiction by VAMPS

Sometimes, I feel so frustrated that I'd like to throw a sharp, hard and pointy object at certain people. I think its not exactly my or their fault, but more of a cumulation of all the little irritating things that occur between people that finally sends you over the edge and into the abyss. Things like you being a neat freak and them being a wannabe cockroach. Things like you being a workaholic and them on a vacation cruise. Things like you having values and principles and them being immoral lazy bastards who ought to be stoned. See? Difference in expectations and habits. Its these little things that wear away at your patience until you're ready to rip them asunder and bath in their spilling flesh and blood. In case you were wondering, my father discouraged romance novels when I was growing up. He'd rather I read science fiction and fantasy. Which I did, only to progress to horror since it was so conveniently placed nearby. So yes. I have a wee bit of an overactive imagination.

Anyway, I really really think that MCPs should just walk onto a busy freeway. Wait. Roadkill is far too good for them. They should be have their skin peeled off and pushed into hot boiling oil to simmer. Rubbish people are rubbish people. My tolerance level for such nonsense has very regrettably plummeted over the course of my interaction with fellow human beings. I do my best to avoid these fools in order to lessen the workload of my nice and friendly neighbourhood policemen, but I think the day will come when they'll be at the scene, shaking their heads in disbelief at how far and how low I've descended. Oh well. We'll see where fate brings us. I just do not believe that these people who continuously put me down and refuse to give me a chance will do well in life. If they do perform well? I think I shall have to petition to God or something to keep things fair. Yeah, I know that life is not fair, but hey, can't I try to make a difference? I'll stick my plow in the ground and work until blisters erupt if I have to. I won't bow to rubbish people. Over my dead, rotting and stinking corpse.

There's this sense of disbelief. School starts in a mere one month. Back into that hellish place where I voluntary signed my name and paid good money to attend. I think if my school doesn't murder me, I'll emerge as a graduate in gnashing my teeth together and faking a smile while I plunge a knife into the things that irritate me. Yeah. That which does not kill you just serves to make you far more destructive. Its proven. Look at bacteria.

Anyway, I'll be away for the next few days in this little part of the country called Downtown East. There is very pathetic Internet connection, so please do not expect me to be online all the time. I'll still be contactable through handphone, so I forsee no problems. Just don't expect hasty replies to emails. Hasty equals call me.

"Looking for the light in the tunnel. Tell me if you do find it."