Fuck...

alright. today i knew about two things. number 1, my roommate is a lesbian. number 2, my laughter sounds very, very bad. gosh. i really dislike this kind of thing. if you want to talk bad about that person, please make sure that person never knows about it. my feelings right now... i maybe over sensitive, but i really don't like this. I never talk bad about you, I thought you were a very nice girl, I even told other people i won't care if you are a lesbian. Then you go and do the thing i hated most: talking behind my back. you should have tell it to my face, at least i won't be this hurt now. But amazing thing is, I'm more shaken by your tweets rather than the fact that you are a lesbian. When I know people talk bad about me, I will get depressed so much that I will think the whole world is talking bad about me. I wish this memory can bee erased as soon as possible. I'd rather not know anything than be hurt like this.