there are feeling that ive yet to understand and yet to acknowledge.
school life has been the same for the past few weeks and i guess its not going to change.

coming to jc had made me write more essays than i ever did in my life, made me get the idea of sleeping in unearthly hours, and made my handwriting get worse each day.
sometimes i pray for the weather to be a little different, teachers to be a bit funnier, or for at least something special to happen in the day.

i dont think its stress, its the feeling you get in some point of time or another,
that you start losing your sense of direction because you have been running too fast without looking around you, and only to come to realisation that you dont even know where you end up in.

i have two competitions due in august, WR dued tmr, a competition this sunday, tons of debted work, and a maths test tomorrow, tuitions, lessons, tuitions, lessons. my table's a wreck and my file grows thicker and thicker each day.
even the weekends arent breathing space.

and then it'll bother me that caring wont necessary save me.
and that i should care less, or stop caring altogether.
then she said: no.

some people are stupid on buses where they sit on the seat outside, leaving the window seats empty. today i was feeling like a complete bitch so i rolled my eyes incessantly at a stupid rebonded hair woman till she got my point. when she finally moved in and someone could sit next to her, i ran away and got upset with myself.
i only forgive old people for doing that.