NOT INTERESTEDI haven't been controlling my temper well.
It's Friday, and it's fucking boring. Why? I'm going to draw endless diagrams and act in front of my own faci. I really hate to come to school so early. When I know my heart is not there. When I am trying my best to face my challenge, I don't think I'll have anymore energy to tackle to rest.
Benedict is late and I'm so damn effing early. I reach woodlands at 8.30 when I took the 8am 966. There weren't many people compared to the rest of the days earlier. Maybe it's just Friday.
I feel like chaoing. I feel like shouting. I feel like eating.
Ps. I miss benedict, A LOT.
Pps. Money.......fall from my sky.
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