I can't sleep.
Argg.
Still chatting with baby at this hour
omg.
Anyway, i must really thank him.
He bought me lunches during my afternoon test sessions that week, and sent it personally to my doorstep.
Even though he was really tired because he had work to do, but never did he grumbled a bit.
(: Thanks.
The lunches were like red bull, energising.
Woots. Though i still screwed up my tests as usual. Like
wth lah, i screw them up all the time, so i shall heed my sec school bullshitter friend's advise, "get used to it".=(
When i'm stressed, i really feel like tearing up papers and biting him. or bite myself. The worst thing that i will do is to hit myself on the thighs until i get tiny blood clots all over or bruises. Ewww. I know that is bad but i don't know why i would do it either. It's uncontrollable. But i won't go to the extent of cutting myself. I know i won't. Right, baby? You'll be there to stop me.(:Screaming org.
i am who i am
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