Oh yes.
I feel like crying.
I feel like dying.
I feel like punching.
I feel like slashing.
I just want to scream .
Im not interested in tomorrow's speech day.
Kindda stupid.
And yeahs. I won't be able to hold out in the parade due to my weak constitution
I don't give a damn.
As if im not frustrated enough .
And wheres my penknife when i need it .
I'll have to make do without it.
Theres other means.
I guess.
Im just frustrated.
Well, who isn't .
Somebody, please kill me.
I'll be grateful .
HA-HA. Shit my life.
-.-