URGH!

i dont get it. i i really dont. why do you have to be so fucking pissed at me. and shall i re-emphasise, FUCKING pissed at me. i dont think ive ever openly sweared on my blog. then again. i dont even say that word. urgh! what the hell is wrong with you. why do you have to get so freaking pissed with me going out. its christmas la! why do you have to get so uptight. fine, ure stuck in camp. and just because ure stuck in camp, do i have to wait patiently at home like what those stupid wives did 20 centuries ago? urgh! i dont get you. i really dont. it isnt even the whole, oh, im protective, im scared you'd meet someone new. its simply because you dont want me out as often as i have been. but helllo!! its freaking christmas! how many times do i have to say that. and besides, shouldnt you understand? if you were 50, id relent, beckon away and let you have your way. ure MY age. why should you be making such a freaking fuss about it. what is wrong with you!

not as if i go to parties and get smashed and do stupid things. stupid things meaning those useless people who lie on the road outside zouk after a night, no, not even a night, half a night of partying. do i even do that?! ive never even gone home drunk ever. fine, ive stayed out way late but its all in the name of good pure fun. please! why be mad at me! i dont get it! i really dont! and ive been going to house parties la! not as if ive been out clubbing every single night! and when you tell me you dont understand me, and that i tell you neither do i. you fire away about how i HAVE to find fault with you everytime we quarrel. so trashing things out mean you blasting and me going, oh yes sir, im sorry. id never do that again. is it? if thats the way you wants things to be. if thats the way you want ME to be then fine. screw it.