Die, BB, DIE!

Week 2 of intensive BB. :(

I iz feelins drained...

Day 4 of hiding from my mom.
Didnt work, coz she "had a talk" with me yesterday again. :(


I iz gettin rather paranoid these days.

I woke up in the middle of ze night at 4am and started worrying about the lock at our main door. I started picturing burglars wearing masks picking at the locks, then creeping into our rooms, holding us at gun point or something.
N I had to go to the kitchen to make sure the stoves are not emitting gas coz I thought I smelt sumtin weird...


I iz sick of BB. Totally.