lonely lonely

You kill us off, bit by bit. You take everything for granted, and I don't know why I'm entangled in your snares, even with your absence.

I'm aching all over and I'm one tanned cookie. My calves, shins and ankle hurt, but it was worth the adrenaline rushes. My floorball grip was disintegrating with the months of being left in the corner of my room, like a helpless child who is punished for having done no wrong.

Ghastly chinese is haunting me. Screw it, I so badly want to perform well but I keep getting disappointed no matter how hard I try. But bus rides with friend(s) make me happy, be it slamming the education system, or just discussing about tau huay and good ole times. We should do it more often. I want to be happy. I need to be happy, especially in the coming week.