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Wednesday, January 6, 2010 // 9:42 PM

I'm not liking school at all. Not at all. I'm just not in the studying mood, I don't feel like going to school, the stress is getting worse, I feel like dying. I'm dreading the coming of everyday. Here I am, already falling sick, but I'm quite happy about that. I hate school that much? Yes. I do. Things are going on badly. I can't focus, I'm gonna fail my english banding test, I can't do anything either. WOW.

Band band. Fine, except the fact that I have short legs and my shoes are too small. My toes are dropping off already. My nail came off just now. Imagine how bad that is. It's really painful. I can't walk properly. Thanks to the running. I'm stretching far too much. Short legs. Damn them. Personal life is screwing up like hell too. I don't know how to say, I don't want to say. It just suck. I really can't handle anything anymore. No need to ask whether I can do it well, because I can't do it at all. I'm too tired for all of these. My brain isn't functioning, I've not been making sense at all. Not typing normal things, not saying normal things normal people would, I keep laughing out of the blue. I'm so gonna get sent into IMH soon. I'm being super impatient, I have a million things I want to know, but I don't know how to tell and ask. That's really vexing. Shitty day, tomorrow will be worse. Shit it.

PS. Is it that difficult to know what I want? I don't need you consoling, I just need you there beside me.