I'm never going to get over it, aren't I? You left me without reason, leaving me to spite myself, thinking over and over again what, what exactly did I do wrong. Just admit it, you got bored with me. Even your so-called friends said so.
It's the weekends and I'm stuck in the hostel, lost count of how many time I actually googled a white Sensation XE up for sale. Tomorrow after the maths test, I'm heading down to Low Yat to look around before heading home. Looking forward to surprise my mum, showing up out of nowhere.
Today's post is just a short post, having procrastinated the whole day. It rained. It fucking rained the whole day, and my bones ached like there's no more tomorrow. Seriously, fuck this. My ankles are, as they say, a weather prediction. Rain, to be exact. Don't know what it's called in English, leaving it at that.
The room mate that asked me to turn down my volume so that he can turn up his. Like, wtf right. Don't know what his problem is. I'm still pissed off at the fact that he woke me up on a Friday where I don't have any classes. His class is at eleven and he sets the alarm at seven so that he can wake up, switch off the alarm and go back to sleep, leaving me bleary-eyed, wide awake. Bitch.
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