When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.

I've never felt so helpless.
I screwed my chinese test, I screwed my ss test, I screwed my phys test.
I fucking screwed everything. I dont know what i'm living for.
To success, you need motivation. But yet, I have nothing and nobody to motivate me.
I think my existence is just a waste of living space.

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares, but they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. I considered the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bones of wilderness scaffolding my heart. Just a stone's throw away.

You should try imagine how much I luv my class's lovely girls.
Every single 5 of them :) ABIG, NESS, VICKS, CHUICHUI AND LUYA.