I went to work with stripes on my hands yesterday complete with bruises.
My collegues all think i'm suicidal and all my injuries are self inflicted since the boyfriend left for Germany.


Truth is ....

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I'm being abused by my dog. The marks are from her bites.
I'm quite depressed. I don't know how to control her. Smacking her doesn't quite work.
Its tough not being able to talk to anyone. Kinda like post natal depression. Ugh.

Its 11pm and i feel really energized after my nap.

Chilling to music on 987FM, I admit i'm truely a child of the 90s. Retro or Ah Beng techno shyt doesn't go stomach really well for me. Give me pop trash anytime really :)