Saturday, July 01, 2006
Uhoh. I feel it coming; the mood swings are well on their way. I feel rubbish-y; my pillow's on standby. Mmhmm, it's the one I always cry into.
I feel like a very very fragile piece of glass, that's on the verge of shattering into smithereens. Okay, that's weird. =/
Thanks to all that shouting I did; I'm down with a sore throat. The type where it's damn pain when you swallow.
I demand a change of seats, my seat in class is so conspicuous; I can never master the art of sleeping w/o getting caught. Or is it just mdm chee and ms ho, who like staring at my oh so beautiful face?
I wonder.
Now smile, everybody.
i grabbed your attention;
