Screw it all, I don't even need to think of being the youngest to graduate because someone is already at Paper 3.something.
So what bloody goal am I left to work towards?
Enough of wishing things would turn out the way I want them to be.
Every single thing's just driving me insane.
And there's just such a thin line ; from sane to insane.
I wish I can fall asleep and never wake up.
Can I runaway please?
Get out, move on, please.
Yes I'm disappointed/upset/sad. But it doesn't kill as much as before. Seeing is believing. Wake up wake up wake up. The world doesn't stop for you. But do remember your promise. You should forget it after then. You've got your chance and now it's gone, okay?
Urrghhhhh. I just wish I could smash my head into something now. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
Cuz sometimes it hurts really bad. What can I say?
LIES.
But I'm not gonna hate you.
Another sleepless night. Morning class tomorrow. Happy New Year. Argh.