Just when I thought things would get better, it didn't. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worst, it did. The whole last week I lived in a half empty house. Just my dad and I. But we both did our own things, and he sleeps really early. So it doesn't really make a difference. Since it's exam week and I have to study, as far I know, it's empty. When I hear things from downstairs, I'd pray that it's just that effing rat.
Eating out everyday, sickening. Throughout the whole week, I'd go out every time I get the chance to. Hanging out at my cousin's house. Going zhenni's house to group study. even though I didn't study much, but it did cheer me up a bit. At least keep my mind off things for awhile.
well, mommy's back. but things didn't get any better. I mean, to the fact that she's back is awesome enough. but it's not that ...
Chemistry, my favourite subject. Looking at the questions I thought to myself, I know this.
But all I did was stare at the question, and screwed the damn paper.
I hate seeing people I love in pain. My bro, my mom, my dad. My parents miss my brother a lot. And my brother's having a tough time there. All alone. Compared to them, I'm in no position to say I'm not okay. 'cause they are having an even harder time than I am.
I act like I don't give a damn. I can act like I'm okay.
even though I'm not.
I thought I had it all mapped out, but I didn't.
and the worst part is, the people I want to turn to, just .. stopped being there.
