omfg.

not prepared.

oh my god. played me like a fool.
i feel obscenely cheated. how very very naive, i was.
ouch. you wound me, really.
fuck i cant believe it. haha.

sigh.
i dont think im stressed out. yet there's this awfully unsettled and annoyed feelin inside me that does not seem to be goin away. how.. ugh. hate the international economy.

soph's gettin increasingly violent in my presence. startin to scare me, really. haha. guess i bring out the worst in alot of people around me. ho wells..

i miss my swimmin trainings. i really really do. i miss gavin an awful lot.

i really really really wish...

mates. definition?

gonna run again on friday. joy (: 'pretty eyes and pretty smile please?' heh.

a guy asked... if i was in primary 6.
i was rather stunned.

i hate lizards.

off to shower.
back to the books. pfft. fuckin books.