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Saturday, May 1, 2010 // 10:07 AM

Labour day, but no holiday for me. I'm gonna study chemistry later. I may just breakdown again like I do these few days. Who laughs and cry at the same time? Well, I did during A-math class on Friday, because I was freaking out about failing Social Studies. During the paper, I was laughing away, thinking about who I want to hug, lovely chocolates and sun tanning in Hawaii, GOD KNOWS WHY. That's how you become mad I guess. I keep on giggling during the paper, laughing at how I don't know how to do the paper. I looked at Yuni, she laugh, I laugh more. First time I know I'm gonna fail.

Things are getting worse, the tension, the pains, the nausea, the vomiting, the faints, everything. It's what happens when time is slipping pass your fingers and you can't do anything. Am I scared? It's a lie if I say no. I'm counting down everyday. It's not fun at all. I don't like making everyone worried. It's all my fault. If it weren't for my stupidity, I would have gone that time. This will never happen. I need that sturdy shoulder for me to lie on now. Too bad. Too bad...