Booboo (bu-bu) - slang for something that hurts
I am not your booboo diary. No matter how difficult or hardheaded your heart is, please, don't share your mishap to me.
I am not your booboo diary. My life wasn't meant to listen day and day to your cries, weeps, shrieks and sobs. Not because I am a friend of yours, it already mean that I am a pillow you can put your snots at. I am not your trampoline that you just jump to up and down. Too bad for you, I am not ready for all of that.
Face the truth: I am not a booboo diary. I am not supposed to be told of everything you feel strange: if you can feel your heart stopped from beating, then drop dead, if you may. You shared everything at least; it is more than enough "legacy," really.
To put an end in this madness: I am not your booboo diary. I am a person and I don't meddle with your personal affairs, if that is what you are looking forward for. Too bad for your mishaps. Too bad your favorite flower die. Too bad your most-awaited taho fell in your hands (you're a klutz, dummy.)
In the end, I don't really care. Again, too bad for you.
Monday, August 6, 2007
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