I was just thinking about plain halls.
Like plain prata,
you think there's ever such thing like plain sweets.
What flavour would they be then?
ANYWAYS,
I have a very painful tongue ulcer.
Because my teeth seems to dislike my tongue alot.
I hate my tongue.
And my teeth.
Psychology is boring with Joelle.
And I'm sad because I cannot go Melbourne.
I still cannot go Melbourne. D:
And I feel fat, because my dress makes me look fat.
Have to go home and study today.
I'm so tired.
And restless.
I wish school can be all about attachments, essays and reports.
No tests, no powerpoints, no presentations.
But nope, life ain't that easy mateys. D:
AND, a packed schedule made me die.
And irritated. And frustrated.
I hate simultaneous celebrations of events.
But that seems to happen to me alot recently.
Really, FML.
I would really like to see parallel lines for once.