Hmph, September four-teen. i dread that day. Possibly the worst day of my life. Haha. it may sound a 'lil dramatic, but no. it really is that bad. Seriously. If it could go back in time, i won't hesitate to go back to that exact Monday morning and change things. I'm lucky enough that people actually believe my facade. i wonder how long i can keep it that way...
Well, i guess the up side is that my grades are pretty high and well maintained. since there's nothing to do here anyway but to study. but the down side? i have to keep pretending everyday and actually let everyone believe a mask.
hey stranger, i know you probably have n o idea what I'm talking about here, but just let me vent okay? thankies! and oh, a friendly piece of advice, A smile doesn't necessarily mean happiness.
Forever,
Needing you
