WTH?!

I didn't mean to make him cry or put him in trouble. All I wanted was to GET AWAY from him but teacher made me to speak up and I had to tell her the cause. But I swear, I didn't mean to hurt him in any way. When, he looked at me with hatred in his eyes, I just didn't know what to do.

My friends said I did the right thing and that he deserved it but it made me feel bad. But at one part, when he called me a backstabber, it kinda made me mad. Not because he called me that, but because he haven't realized his mistake yet and blamed me for it.

I mean, come on, that's ridiculous. I was talking to Charath damn angrily and Puvee and Tharani were like "Chill! Cool down! Take it easy. It's getting very hot,dei. Relax! You might explode!" ROFL! Those two ah!

But in class, he totally went over the limits. You HATE me right, then come and tell it on my face! You want revenge? Take it on me not on my BOOKS or any of my STUFFS! Can't believe someone could actually go that low just to get revenge. Pathetic low life freaks! It totally pissed me off, man! I swear if I WAS a damn BOY with a KNIFE, I would have KILLED him right away! How awesome it would be if someone could actually punch him for me. Haiz...too bad no one's gonna do that!

I wish I could stab you again and again and again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Gosh, since I couldn't that, I was the sarcastic old me again. Sarcasm took control over me. I loved it especially when he didn't get to say back anything. Eunice was like "And I can't believe you're THIS SARCASTIC!" Charath and Vinnodth were trying their best to make us stop fighting.

They managed to make me stop but I totally wasn't satisfied. I mean, they're my books you idiot! How could you imagine hurting them??!! Ergh! What a fool he is!

 I was so angry but I couldn't release it cause I had my English sir hovering around us. Eeeeeee!!! I felt like screaming!! And that's when tears started filling my eyes. Ish! I convinced myself not to cry. I didn't want to give him the pleasure knowing that he managed to hurt me. No way! I tried my best to control the tears but....they somehow managed to fall. Dang! NO!

All of a sudden, he said sorry. 

I pretended like I didn't care! But he kept on saying it and once again I felt BAD! 

I still pretended like I didn't care and being the extra hyper type he is, he came forward to the place in front of me and started wiping my table with his BARE HANDS! He even used his PJ shirt, the freaking WHITE part of it to wipe my table! That made me felt EXTRA BAD and EXTRA MAD! I hate him for that! And guess what I did........... 

I snatched that shirt of his and OFFERED to WASH it for him because I felt like the cause of his shirt being dirty! I still believe so. And I can't believe I've actually forgiven him that easily. I hate my emotions. I wish I had no feelings. No mercy. No love. No patience. No pitying. Nothing at all.

What a loser I am! >_<