u know what?
thats it
i am done.
flat out.
no more gitsy the witsy.
i lost it..
i hv so much,
yet lost it.

sheila says is the confidance,
massi says i need to go to a psychiatrist,
or hv more attitude,
or do some drugs..

i dunno whats wrong with me:
im lost.

i dun seem to understands the italians
(or am i just trying to point finger at 'somewhat'?)
i hvnt progressed much since last year
i think its true..
i hvnt learnt much
neither from her nor him..

at least with pat i can hv attitude battle;
which pushed and pushed me further
or as much as massi cant stand sheila's guts;
she has been my angel in disguised
-she, makes me want to do more.. (and yes, hers done.)

is there THAT much differences
between the british-mixed culture
and the artificial esteemed italians?

*calling dr.goodlove a.k.a. father -engaged
*calling madame-will-scream-on-ur-face-if-do-no-good a.k.a. mother
.. i wish she'd scream actually. sadly she was busy ironing her underpants and the phonecall burnt hers..

im calling for S.O.S