Someone kill me.

Fuck this shit man.

I woke up, laughing at Oprah and Gail then my world starts crashing down when I read the smses I got.. (no, not the one from you, baby)

It's bloody depressing...

I knew the high I got last night won't last. I mean, one can never stay constantly happy can they. I hate money issues. It gives me this panic attack that I really don't like... This uneasy feeling is driving me up the wall.

I just can't wait to go to NZ. I know that I'll be spending alot less there because Melbourne sucks the money out of you damn bloody fast and without you knowing...

I need a big bear hug. The kind that makes you feel so tiny and protected.

I miss my mommy... so much.

Fuck this shit.

I'm broke.
I need a job.
I'm going to Lygon and around the city to look for a job.

Ciao.