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Thursday, October 21, 2010

right now, i feel lik jus curling up on the floor and GIVE UP.

how would it be lik if i jus go in for the patho test without studying? mayb it's the fact i cant sell off my dam top, mayb it's the fact tat everything is so hopeless.reali wat's the point? it should jus all bloody end. stop wasting my life. oh wait, i forgot, there's no meaning to life anyway so i can jus bloody waste it away.

I JUST DONT FEEL LIK STUDYING.

looking at pils notes makes me wana vomit. damn the watever electrice field. and hooray tmr one more magnetic field. i hate it. HATEEE it. hai. damn this mod. it sucks. damn everything everyone who likes med chem and physics hai.

hate patho. what the crap. have u seen the oh-so-apolegetic email sent? i feel so pissed jus reading it. and that it's so condescending too in the oh-i'm-sure-u-smart-ppl-can-handle-it kind of way. condescending to me because i'm not smart enough to handle it.

i feel so sian about this. i feel so SIAN about this. it's lik. BUGGING ME. HAIYA. and i cannot concentrate.  i'm so distracted i'm unable to write in a proper coherent way. -.- or spell "distracted" properly. and i jus added the wrong spelling for that to my dictionary. haiya. wth. -.-

rambling. i sound lik a mad person. BUT I CANNOT GET IT OFF MY MIND. I need to get it off my chest. literally it's lik i cannot breath when i think about it. i feel lik, screw u studies! screw u honours! this feels more impt.

when it actually isnt.

terrible how i let my emotions get out of control. BUT I LIK IT. wat u wana do about it? NTH. nt ur problem if i jus die anyway. lik i said, no one wil give a damn if someone died. prolly jus step over ur dead body or kick it aside to the little corner where dust collects.




signing off
amethyst
10:50 PM