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Thursday, June 28, 2007
wow it's only the third day of school and i'm already dropping dead. and it's going to be like this or worse for another bloody ten weeks. then it's on to the battlefield.wasnt shortlisted for interviews.not surprised, but disappointed nonetheless.i guess they know better.i'm really darn sick of all this.all this stress, pressure.all this pretence.everything's just darned fake.FAKE.yes, i'm sick of ny.sick of how fake everything just is.we're humans, not machines damnit.i've been thinking of transferring out.the only thing holding me back right now is nychoir.whatever i've hoped for for 3 years.just.dashed.
just like that.this world's just bloody unfair.no one ever said it wasnt.maybe i just shall.
lost myself at 1:00 AM