PIg= Fuck up..

Yesterday I fainted.. Charlet some more.. I dont wanna talk about it.. Maybe people think I am acting or whatever.. I dont care.. Sorry for makin you guys worry.. I am damn angry.. I told you, If you wanna call along, ok. It is fine with me.. Prefectly fine. Both of you are stead what. Then you told me that you dont wanna go, and you will go with her? We start quarreling.. And you say that, you will ask her, if she dont wanna go, you will go with her.. We know each other right? Sigh.. And I hang your phone.. And you sending me a sms saying, fuck you la, hang hang hang, not happy you say la.. I was feeling very angry and pissed.. Coz you scold me for nothing and stuff.. I call you.. After we finish talking.. I had a attack.. I am trembling.. Shaking.. I had to save myself.. Searching for my inhaler.. I finally found it.. I was feeling damn uncomfortable.. I hate it whenever I quarrel with people.. And I had my attack... I HATE HAVING ATTACK... It just suck.. HOw I wish I can just die like that and dont use my inhaler.. I DONT WISH TO QUARREL WITH ANYONE, AND BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BEST BUDDY... I AM BLOGGING FOR MYSELF.. If you all think I am wanting for you guys to pity on me and stuff.. PLS FUCK OFF.. Sign off..