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Tuesday, February 9, 2010 // 11:06 PM

Shucks, my shoulder really hurts. It goes down the spine. Now I really can't play properly. Well, about a year ago, it was only the wrists. Now, even when I move my shoulder, it hurts. I must have hurt it some way on Friday. It's really getting worse. Friday, the pain wasn't that bad. At least it don't hurt when I move. Now it really suck to the core. I can't carry my bag without feeling pain.

Great day at school, my foot. I really hate school. I don't get SS, and worse still, A-math. I don't get the freaking roots of equations shit. I'm dying of stress soon. I'm feeling the crazy side of me coming out. The mad study Melissa. I still can remember how I throw things at people. Tristen got a cut on his hand thanks to me, I freaked him out. I love to lock myself up and scold people when they call if I'm studying. I'm really. MAD. PMS-ing everyday is freaking scary. Even to myself. Haha... Die die die. I hate school more and more. So what if I pass my tests? The stress is still there.

I'm gonna die really soon. Brother's gonna be enlisted soon. Nobody to quarrel with me at home and kill my boredom. Nobody to reprimand me for being dumb and stupid when I'm bullied by others. Really funny feeling. Remember how I used to hate and complain about him? I'm like missing him already, when he's leaving only on 9/3. SAD.