
days are good at times..bad at times..its on the extremes..its like getting a 205 during bowling on monday and den not even getting the satisfaction of a good strike today..yeah sure there are the perks too..from time to time..dats the reason why im not dead..i feel freaking tired..aftermath of chingay perhaps..running nose from day to day..tired of doing gp projects..im supposed to b a slacker..why the hell did i do everything for the dumb project..onli to b marked down on body language for the presentation.
then there is this emptiness inside..i cant pinpoint it..or perhaps juz not willing to..it seems perpetual..like it was there long long ago..and gonna leech on to me for the rest of my pathetic existence..its the kind of feeling..suddenly ur heart drops..and den u juz huddle up in a corner..sigh sigh sigh..makes u cry..but u cant..juz like the exhaustion dat makes u wanna sleep..esp lectures..but u cant..dats me..my life..
im juz tired..not rdy anymore to face shiet..tml is an official pon day for many..the question is..wad about me?
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