April 08, 2007 9 hours of sleep but I'm tired way past my ability to take it. I just felt like lying on the bed and continue sleeping but I figured it'd be a waste of time because time gone can't be brought back.
Pretty much of everything I do goes unappreciated. Like teachers who don't even remember me though I score 86 in their papers. To them, I'm probably just another student who slacks about in classes, sits in the weirdest and rudest manner, talks when they're talking, doodles plentiful, easily distracted, distracts others and never does homework unless there's a requirement for checks by the office downstairs. Just some other student who scored 86 out of pure luck. Yeah, whatever. My effort is like shit which nobody appreciates.
I should just go sell tissue paper in the markets and coffee shops because they earn up to about $300 a day. Considering how a big huge pack containing around 20packets costs as low as $0.60 and selling 2-3packets is $1, the profit margin is more than 10times. I guess I should just mourn and wonder why I'm not born to look like one of them on the streets selling tissue paper and indulge myself in self-pity. What a bitch.