Hello.

I'm.
Bullshit.
Guilty.
Busted.

I rock.
Or so I kept telling myself.
Almost fooled myself.
Im a fool.
Definitely not cool.

And no
I didn't say that
for the sake of rhyming.

Sheesh.

Okie anything else I need to say?
Of course there is.
LoAds.
There's bloody loads I need to say.

But I think I better not say.
Don't want to go there, you sey.

No that wasn't a spelling error.
You read it right.
Sey. Haha.
I just think it's cute;
say and sey.

Okie
I'm even worst when I'm mad.

Mad?
Am I mad?
Is that it?
No.
I don't think so.
Lela is never mad.

Lela is mad.

Haha get it?
I'm not mad, as in angry mad.
I'm mad as in, crazy mad.

Shit.
I need to get a grip.
I'm losing it already.

I'm starting to trip.
I'm losing my grip
and I'm in this thing alone..
Cryinnng out loud.
I'm crying out loud..
Crying out

FUck.

Great.
Did I just sing a Lavinge song?
I need the doctor
who treats mental patients.
Ha. Ha. ha.

And a erm manicure specialist person.
My fingernails are an ugly shade of orange.
Please. Don't ask.

And bring me a handphone mechanic person.
Mechanic? Whatever.
My phone screen cracked.
My phone buttons not working right.
And its battery is flat.
I can't find the charger anywhere.
Yay.

My brain's not working right right now.
Lovely timing.
WIth exams around the corner.
ANd I haven't touch a single
fucking assignments.
Way to go, Lela.

And you say you rock?

Maybe I do la.
In my own rocking way.

Haha no. Nuh uh.
I'm not going to fall for it this time.
Not going to fall for my own crap.
Haha.

I think I better go sleep.
I'm down.

Bye, cruel world.