What in the world am I doing?

I'd like to share why I'm spending four hours in an Internet Cafe when there's no papers to do or fics to post or whatever shit I usually do online.

First, I was supposed to go home early for the first time in my [recent] life so that I can take care of some things that had needed to be taken care of a long effing time ago. So happy was I when at 5 pm I arrived at the red gate. BUT IT WAS EFFING LOCKED AND THE KEY WASN'T WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, AND I CAN'T CLIMB THROUGH OUR SIDE OF THE GATE BECAUSE IT HAD BEEN SCREENED

AND I HATE IT. I WAS NEVER THIS PISSED EXCEPT YESTERDAY, WHEN THE BUS GOT ME OFF AT THE CHURCH, WHICH WAS SOOOOO EFFING FAR FROM MY HOUSE

AND I HATE IT.

Zero-point-five (because this should have been the first, but it would totally ruin the mood), I lost one of my recently bought Soubi butterfly earrings AND I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE FINDING THAT PARTICULAR DESIGN AT THE SILVER SHOPS AND IT'S JUST ONE EFFING WEEK OLD

AND I HATE IT.

So, I'm killing time at an Internet cafe when suddenly MY YAHOO MESSENGER GOT HIT BY THIS SHITTY VIRUS THAT STARTED SENDING SHIT IN VIETNAMESE TO EVERYONE ON MY LIST AND DID IT NOT ONLY ONCE BUT FOUR TIMES AT LEAST

AND I HATE IT.

Thank goodness it's payday and Hahar has given me my photos or I'm dead.

Or not. What a pathetic way to die.

Poety installment AGAIN, sorry for bothering you all with my shitty ramble.

State of Paranoia

Listen to me
But why behind my back?
I'll tell it to you
IN YOUR FACE

Throw at me
Such colorful accusations
Why do you fear me so?

You think I am the wolf
You believe I am the Devil
It's your funeral, not mine
I pity you
You don't know what is true anymore