last day.
The hour I reached down KL, I had skyhigh fever.
Which resulted to me sleeping the next two days doing nothing,
feeling feverish day in day out,
and now I'm coughing like an old lady with a very sore throat and voice.
Bad bad bad.
I couldn't study.
I couldn't focus.
Worse of all, I couldn't finish my assignments.
I might as well just flunk my core subject.
I suck man.
My body has been fighting this cold since my dad came back from where else but Cameron with a very bad flu and I've been playing catch under the rain and I guess it finally hit the last straw when I came back from Cameron.
Antibiotics are finished.
Exam tomorrow.
Crit tomorrow.
Home alone tomorrow.
Blaaaaahhhh tomorrow.
blablabla
rantrantrant
bitchbitchbitch
coughcoughcough
I had enough laaaaa, I don't want to hear any more shits from you two.
Can't you read me.
I. Had. Enough.
Stop ranting to me, no one can help you with your lives except for you two.
The solution may seemed to have presented there since ever, so why don't you just do it.
I don't give a fuck anymore.
It may be better off that way.



