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Everything's getting better. I'm finally happy(-ier). Why do you keep bringing up bad stuff?

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I'm as taunt as a fishing line and as easy to cut. At this moment.

My neck is stiff and my jaws tremble. I hold a great amount of energy within with no obvious outlet. That energy has a name; Hate.

A few moments ago, my mom returned home. I lifted my aching neck at her arrival and waited for her to come through the door. Her immediate response to the sight of me was...

"Why are you wearing that shirt?!"

A torrent of words rushed out after. I was overwhelmed in 5 sec. and different emotions tore through my body at once--confusion, anger, skepticsm. The word 'unforgiveable' echoed in my head.

The whole episode boiled down to this: I wasn't to wear the shirt. I wore the shirt because I was a slut--prostitute in Chinese. I wore the shirt on purpose, knowing that wearing it made me a slut--meaning I had worn it to show off 'my goods'.

It was a white sleeveless ribbd shirt/blouse, whatever. It was my graduation photo shoot day. My outfit was most definitely not whore-ish in any way. In fact, if you had seen me on the street, you would have thought me a young innocent rich girl. You should know the type I mean.

Thus, I am rigid to the bone right now. And holding back that special energy, 'less I do something I regret. I'm having a problem breathing...normally and my chest hurts. From the effort I suppose.

See ya'll tonight? Maybe.
theDot

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mood: a bit unsettled...?
listening to: Tom's screams and Jerry's spinning feet
watching: Tom&Jerry!

I'm a bit more unsettled than usual because I just had a dream. I woke up this morning to find my mother dressed and calling, 'I'm going out!' behind her as she donned my sneakers. Good thing my aunt bought me new sneaks, eh?

Anyway, seeing her first thing in the morning gave my heart a jump. A second ago, she'd been accusing me of murder. The murder of an old man with shifty eyes and a fortune no one knew of, except for his caretaker--a not-so-young flower in a too small nurse's outfit and self-satisfied smile. He died of a stroke. And I was being pointed to as his murderer. >.>

Not exactly the best light for my mother, eh? Waking up a daughter she was about to send to jail, no duh my feelings weren't exactly warm & fuzzy. ;D

I'm bored.

List:
*buy new contact solution
*bring glasses case
*costumes
*make-up
*bun/bobby pins
*shoes
*handkerchiefs/plates
what else....? Hmm.

See ya'll latah. *wave*
theDot

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