Hanging By A Moment

I'm pissed. Well, maybe I'm not. I don't really know.

Am I in this for the right reasons?

Do I continue to give in to your irrational personalilty changes?

Do I sit back and let you hurt me just so that you would feel better about yourself?

Questions that I cannot answer.

Why do I let you get away with all of it?

This one I can answer.

Because I feel that I should return the favour for something you did for me a long long time ago.

I feel that I owe you something.

But I think I've finally had enough of your bull. I've done my part.

So it's time for you to step up, and do yours.

On a totally unrelated note, here's the picture of the day.

Fungi abuse.

AIMST Blues.

I've never wanted to go back home so badly before.
People around me know really how badly is 'badly'. Trust me. It's bad.
Eventhough I know I'd probably be bored to death staying for nearly a month and a half at home, I'd rather be at home than be here anyday.
Let me go home!
Stupid bugger exams get out of my way! Ahhhh!
I NEED to get away from this place! PRONTO!!

One more week Jenn! One week!
I can't wait. (I'm starting to draw those lines on my bedside wall like those prisoners do on the walls of their prison cell, to count how many days i've got left here.. Swt)

Yeap. This is a pointless post.

Bye.