grudge

i hate it.

i hate psych class. i want to drop it. one of the most important things about classes? i have to to have someone i know in there. and by knowing, i don't mean someone i say hi and bye to. i mean friend... FRIEND....

and in the first place, i wanted to drop psych since last year anyway. so really, i wonder if the school will allow me to do 4 subjects this year.

i mean.. the spares won't harm me.. i guess it wouldn't have been so bad if map was my teacher.. coz he's the sort of heck care teacher-at least that was the case in year 11.

i still feel like a new student. even after being here a year.. i feel more unfamiliar now than i did at the end of last year. changing timetables never used to be so hard for me. i guess it's no wonder since my social circle here is no smaller than a crumb-ie, it's not even a circle.

cheong, i'm really empathising with you man. now i know how you felt in year 10 when you first came here. it's miserable. and i've only been in one class so far.


you know what?? it's really hard to believe it when ppl seem to have the confidence in you that you don't have for youself. the 'optimism' is 'thorn-ly'.

yesterday, i was telling my bro that there are a couple of classes where i don't know anyone-translate it to i don't have anyone to sit with. that's really bad. and he replies, you'll do fine.

you don't know that.
i'm starting to think that i dont' like aussieland that much anymore.
call me childish, immature.
i'm on the verge of saying that i HATE IT.

i gues there isn't really a place i can call home now.

being homeless in the less than figurative sense, is truly morose. pathetic, and i mean it in the most spiteful way possible.

you know.. life isn't all it's cracked up to be.

think 'crack' with negative connotations.