Friday, November 5

I can't think straight anymore. For once, words escape me. There's really nothing for me to do. I've been bad, rebellious, naughty, disobedient... And everything else you can find in a rebel kid. Nothing proves otherwise, and I pretty much don't care already. I'm just hoping exams end sooner, and my dad flies back. I don't care anymore.

Simply miserable, fed-up with this part of my life.