Bleargh. I don't wanna study. I don't wanna study. I don't wanna study. I don't wanna study.
Actually, I'm not even near my math notes. But whatever. Dammit. I don't wanna study.

Geruahshdushdua. Everyone's going for brandon's chalet except me. EXCEPT EFFING ME WHO STILL HAS EFFING EXAMS.

Shit. I feel so angry. and I don't actually have a reason to be angry. No, actually I'm not angry. I don't even know what the hell I am feeling. I think I feel irritated. Cause everything's neither here nor there. Eurgh. the only thing that I feel now is to pull my hair, preferably out. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO. shitshitshit. I'm just typing random crap here. My brain isn't processing anything that I type. so it'll be all messed up. I don't care. whatever. wquewqoiewqieuoi. mehhmehhmehbooyahh.

Oh. I think my hair is screwed. It's so ugly. unglam. messy. unmanageable. horrible. eww. the works. I wanna cut it. like, now. booooooo.

this post was just a waste of space. whatever. Don't read it if you don't want to. i'm not even posting for the sake of posting. I don't know what I'm posting for. my head's all jumbled up. i so feel like sleeping. i so don't wanna take the trigo exam tomorrow.

I don't know. My head's spinning like the stupid turning tables at those fancy restaurants. some stupid kid just found some fun in turning the damn circle around and around. So everything's flying off. eurgh. know what? everytime I hear someone speak something to me, i feel like as if there are hundreds of thousands of little tiny sharp knives ramming into my poor spinning brain. i feel so giddy, and my head hurts like fuck.

Perhaps I just need some sleep. My big black eyebags are oozing out. they look disgusting. yuck xP





--Later--

ohgawd. I feel like banging my head on the wall. this damn thing sitting on my shoulder just won't stop spinning. that squishy thing inside keeps banging itself on the walls of my skull.

and i suddenly cannot stand typing in capital letters.