I thought I was strong, Pffft.

Apparently, I'm not after all. Cause every time I think or talk about the overloading assignments I'm very close to a breakdown. Literally. So yes, this is kinda fast but yeah- twenty one guns, white flag.

I'm just gonna do whatever I'm able too. I've been and still working on my Typo since two in the afternoon and to be frank, it ain't heading anywhere. I'm getting worried. The gang is lepaking in Izzyboo's house and I'm here in my pathetic four walls. I'm so live less and boring, stucked with it. I do not have that special opposite sex to talk too, my parents won't wanna hear about my alienated assesments but rather bug about the housechores. But as usual, my great escape is not to have a one on one conversation ranting all the way rather just a time alone. Somewhere, wherever.

After all of this, I'm gonna sleep and stone alone in the house like no ones business.

woahhh, my friend of the month just came. That made my day. 

Thanks a lot.