I thought I was mighty fine, alright, handling what I thought I could. and yet, I'm lost. like completely lost; I need someone to help me find my way back, to help me regain back my grades, my happiness. and prolly 1/8 of my nice self. but my nice self's too boring, so why bother. :)
It was something unexpected; something unpleasant. and somehow, I dont feel safe saying it all here.
ohyes, mr yong's retina tore or something and I miss him man, like, he's quite nice, with a dose of super lameness. but not as lame as yining lah.
smile. :D
