Caron couldn't take it anymore and yelled with all her might.

"FUCK THE SCAB!"

i am so sorry that i have to start off with a 'f' word.


do you think i like using the 'f' word?! if it won't for the irritating, fugly scab on my knee, i wouldn't swear as much(at least not using on the title, itself.)


"just a scab, what's the big deal?"


oh, hey.. it's the biggest deal, ever. ok? it's bigger than the 'deal or no deal' game show that airs on channel 5, whatever.

1. i have to resist myself from scratching it.
   
2. i have to keep myself from touching the wound.
   
3. i have to remind myself every second, it'll heal as days passes by.
   
4. i have to deal with the fact that it doesnt heal after a week.

ftw?!


i couldnt care much, i pick the scab off every now & then.(i know, it's gross but i dont care anymore! it's not like i had asked you to pick the scab for me?!)


i touch the wound lie nobody's business(i dont care if it's infected. ive poured freaking hydrogen peroxide, which feels like red ants biting on my flesh and savouring it. i had to control myself from screaming in pain.. BUT, it didnt help at all in healing.)


i reminded myself, but it didnt heal. so fuck it!


i am still dealing with the fact that it's not healing. gotten worse, actually..
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ta-dang!?


"it doesnt look that bad lah. you're exaggerating lah, caron."


oh yeah? it looks like freaking bullet holes from here.


am i robocop or something? getting shot for more than 6 times on my knee area and all i got is dented markings on my knee cap?

i forgot, i am robocop.


whatever. im trying to make a joke here. laugh with me, ha ha ha~ -_-
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maybe i should see a doctor and ask for proper medication/ cream to apply.


my eyes are dry and i'm going to bed soon.

see ya! (: