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breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
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It's boring,
Tuesday, August 24, 2010 // 10:30 PM

I guess this time, reality really hit me hard. I feel like as if I'm slapped in the face, someone screaming at me saying ' Wake up, stop slacking and being complacent. Look what's become of you.' That is really a bad experience. I never want to try that again. I'm going to work hard. I hope I can, I hope I won't be lazy.

Chemistry retest today. I made a few really stupid careless mistakes that made me wanna kill myself because it's really DUMB. I may not get an A for it, but I think passing isn't hard. For once, I really understand chemistry thoroughly. The difference between putting effort in studying and not putting effort at all I guess. I'm slacking now, which is bad. I can't do it. I'm really tired today. There's a chinese idiom test tomorrow.

Hands are like shit. Pain to the max, plus the wrist splints make me look like a retard, everyone can't stop staring. I feel stupid too. I can't carry my bag properly, as in lift it up. I can't hold things properly, can't write properly also. I can't imagine how funny I look to a lot of people. I can't open my bottle. It's funny how life can be. I use to take care of fish, now she's to take care of me. Ahwell. Life.