bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Wednesday, July 26
i hope everyone gets a everything-is-futile day once in a while. i do not fancy the idea of being classified under 'shrink needed'. personality reports freak me out when they say that. like the recent psycho-report which wrote 'you are likely to miss the forest for a few trees'. for a moment, it felt like a dialogue in a cliche drama, where a group of friends is consoling A because her heart was broken by B. which is quite pointless, since A and B will live happily ever after eventually. it is so easy being a scriptwriter for a chickflick. i am stereotyping and belittling people again, box me. (ok too much detail)
i've been having too many everything-is-futile days.
physics tutorial is meaningless.
studying is stupid.
universities are scary, degrees are nothing.
serving is tiring.
countless more; i'm afraid to name.
irritation is at its highest. i hate to blame PMS. mybad x483
in need of forgiveness lessons
require love training
where has the secret time gone.
need to do better. so much better.
goodbye
8:33 PM