24.1.06
oh my gosh. i hate gp essay. seriously. i was a fool to think that i could finish it in a day. maybe watching a movie on sunday was a bad idea after all. :/i am really unhappy/pissed/upset/angry. so unhappy i cant even begin to say why. perhaps what i hope to achieve, by refusing to state exactly what tragic thing has plagued me, is to miraculously realise later that this really isn't happening and its just a bad dream. saying it out would make the incident real and the damage, permanent. i'm already trying damn fricking hard to pretend everything is all right and that i'm not angry and seriously insanely pissed with you okay. so cant you just recognise the signs and go away. before i really do sth to you.
if you knew what the above paragraph was really about(it has nthn to do with sch, if that's what you're thinking), you'd think i'm retarded.(which is why i'm not saying what it's really about.) but well, it's important to me okay. totally ruined my almost-constant world. man, i need my milo. the vending machine better have a packet for me tmr.
okay i'm done. i just had to get that out of my system before it consumes me. gp beckons.
9:48 PM