If my waist-deep thoughts ever collapse, I'll wrench them away in all my spite.

when it comes to school day, there's an hierachy.

school day -> need to wake up at 5.30am -> unhappy me(yet still extremely talkative) -> can't concentrate on studies -> flunk exams -> guilty me-> decides to perk up my studies -> school day again -> slack, slack, slack.


it goes on and on.

slack, slack, slack.
my mum says her working place is raining cats and dogs, why my place's like a scorching desert to me?
SIGH.


*cough*reads previous post*cough*
*breathes in*

okay. maybe it's time to perk up my studies. hahahaha. sounds ironic to me.