..because it is. it only dawned on me that it's less than two months till the end of 2s. it seriously made me cry on the long bus ride home. it took us all a year to actually finally sort of bond. i have no idea what i'd do on the last day. or even the barbacue(if we have one) cos i know it would be the last of us being together, ever. not that i'm afraid to make new friends. it just won't seem right without the whole class as one. so perhaps Robert Frost is right, nothing gold can stay. i hate it when i figure things out right. especially in this situation.** i feel like screaming my lungs out, but somehow i can't bring myself to do so. i went along to watch 'the maid' just so i could scream every suspension parts even though they're lame. the rest of the theatre did while i only screamed once and it wasn't even whole-heartedly. BAHH i don't know how to express myself anymore. i don't even know if i'm happy,sad or whateverelse. i don't why but i sure do hope this ends fast or i'll be digging my own grave. i laugh like a mother hyena and roar like a hoarsed-out lion and i come home everyday without a sense of accomplishment of any of those. my parents get on my nerves and again, i can't bring myself to scream at their faces, like what i usually would do. i don't know if my brain's suffering from malfunction but it's happening time and again. i have fucking annoying friends and i feel like just blasting in their fuckfaces and give that tight slap. but my body won't co-operate with my feelings. is this a good thing or a bad? am i seriously failing to feel? someone, reach out to me please.
