Angst of the day 1: Omg don't feed, QUEK ZHAO LUN WHY ARE YOU UP THERE. This is when I feel like taking out my phone and calling them and asking them what the hell are you all doing. -faints-.

Angst of the day 2: 3.8 percentile for GP and 9.8 percentile for Econs. I need a miracle to get through As.

Angst of the day 3: Migraine from overuse of the brain. Hurts like shit and I don't know why everyday there's one part of my body that's bound to hurt. I'm starting to believe I have a flawed gene, either that or my life is damn screwed up. And the worse thing is only half the head hurts, so it's like only half your mind is lucid and the other probably living in lala-land and all it knows is probably pain and more pain.

Angst of the day 4: My bag broke just when I was about to go home. This is when exploding interior monologue of eminien's fuck the whole universe comes into place and thoughts about why is my life so miserable.

Angst of the day 5: I have scars all over me I don't know where I got it from. It's like sometimes you feel the hurt so much that you don't know when it hurts and when it don't anymore.

Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden when you have so much hate for me in the past. This is something I haven't been able to comprehend, like sometimes you treat me like shit and now you smile as if you were my closest friend. I don't know what you are thinking right now. Even if it means it's the last we'll see of each other.

I hate you for being so selfish, just because you can't study in school doesn't mean you diminish others of their chance and time to study. You disappear from school ever so often and then you don't know what you've been missing out, then you start saying stupid things like you're the only one in the world. And you eat so fast, just so someone would clear up your mess for you. I don't know what to think of you anymore. Sometimes, I feel like punching you like I would do to a douchebag but I bit my lips just so I would walk away and not bother about you. I don't know if it's because I'm too calculative or I'm too mindful of the terrible things you do that I don't quite know you anymore.

I hate you for abandoning me and then starts to ask "when did you eat alone, why didn't you tell me?" Because you're with your girlfriend godammit. I don't think my class is close at all, even without considering me.

I'm quite used to a life without MR and I don't quite want it to come into my life right now because I mind so much that I don't quite know myself anymore. I don't want to get angry over the little things everyday again, keeping it to myself and everything. For the next few days, I don't feel like turning up for duty. It took me long enough for me to get rid of everything, it's so hard to say I'm gonna do everything once again. It's that extremely heavy weight that you carry with you everytime you do something and people take you for granted for. It's not because they don't appreciate that it hurts but because they expect you to do it when actually you're not supposed to.

Honour's Night was a complete waste of my life and entertaining my stream of consciousness who had a conversation with my imagination. That's when you know that not only bad memories hurt but also the best ones that you know won't happen again.

This post was actually created since yesterday.

You look like a zombie. Thanks Leona. FML.