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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
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4:05 PM, Just One More Year.
Friday, April 24, 2009
You know, i hate how we're just so busy and caught up with our own things. And i hate how i miss the way you used to always be there for me. Its alright, we'll get through it. I mean, its not like it's anybody's fault. Anywayed, i need a tutor for MYE, now that my previous "tutor" has gone. She has long gone. Good riddance. Hah! Kidding. Actually, it is a little too late sussing over wanting a tutor now, isn't it? I gotta study on my own. Oh whatever it is, i know im not aiming to top the damn class. Like as if i can. Not that im lacking in determination (i'm a D type, fgs). Just that being topdog in my class, under my kind of circumstance, seems pretty impossible. I know what's my standard, and therefore, i'll allow myself at least two C's. But still, it won't be surprising if i obtain an F (hint: a.math!). Anywayed, on a lighter note, around one more year and i'll be done with school. Oh, i can't believe that i'm counting down. I can't WAIT, really. i threw my dignity and begged ___ to stay once. fuck, i just realise how sick i was.
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