Sunday, September 28, 2008 ♥ | 10:39 AM
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.
Tommorrow's the day.
I feel like giving up on EOY.
But on a second thought, hey, it's only the second paper.
D:
'Dearest' EOY,You're the coolest, awesomest period.I promise I'll burn all my books when you're over.Don''t worry, I'll keep my promise.I'm a man of word.I'll treat you really ah-hem well.Love,Anonymous.Everyone's gonna go crazy on 6 Oct.
I'll still have to mug for drama.
Mrs Pringle, Mrs Pringle.
You're such a chore.
After 7th Oct. I have rehearsals for 55th anniversary.
Dammit.
Mathematics > Stress
History = Torture.
Mathematics + History = Died-ed after torture.
That wasn't the end.
After decomposing to hell, I still have to be tortured.
S.O.S