I am too fucken sensitive for my own damn good.

One comment was all it took to spoil an absolutely lovely day. Granted, she did have a point but I have yet to learn to take criticism constructively and not personally. BUT FUCK. HOW THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS MESS? I feel so defeated and I haven't even started yet! I hate to finish shit that I've messed up halfway damnit.

Okay this is the part where I stop being so bloody weak and become angry. Stop being so weepy Nadiah, stop being so emotional Nadiah just bloody stop it. I'm so sick of myself. UGH.

I hate my boyfriend's work hours.
I hate how fucked up I feel.
I hate P Diddy's dance moves in Come To Me with Nichole Whatshername.

BUT.

The mental image I have of you making silly bunny ears with your hands last night was the only thing capable of making me smile all day. <3

Ok, I'm bored. Pulai trip this sunday! :D I'm going to miss him badly but I think I need time away anyway.