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Wednesday, July 28, 2010 // 9:31 PM

I'm tired, tired of life, everything. I wish I'm dead. I'm worrying about not dying. If I don't die, I'll go crazy at this rate. Oh forget it, 'cause Mel, life always do suck. Nothing ever'll get better only things around it makes you think they're better.

Oh, so today was a really slack day for me. Practical was fun, though. It's fun to see two handicapped people work together. Yuni's leg's still on cast while I can't move both wrists. Slacked the whole day because I can't hold a pen and write. I spent the whole day staring at the teacher. No Geog test for me, no doing corrections for me, no writing for me. Good thing tomorrow's classes end at 1330, so I won't be bored to death in school. I have a mountain of homework waiting for me and I can't do any. Great timing yeah? When I finally wanted to work a bit harder to do some, yesterday my wrists failed me. Aw, but anyway I'm gonna go for x-ray tomorrow, find out what's wrong and stuff. Wish me luck!

Sometimes, I dream of you asking me if I'm okay, but I'd never ever hear your voice speaking to me again.

PS. I love you, I really need you now. Come back. I know you won't. But I'd always wish.