Sorry,

no one to catch you when you fall.

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I can deal with the pain.
Deafcon 9 was pretty much a disappointment. I looked like a disaster (as always), couldn't mosh, someone kicked my fucking ear to make it bleed and swell up. (Thanks Ken! He got me ice to help me bring down the swelling a bit.) The only good thing was that Pre and Val turned up. I haven't seen either in ages.

After that Trish, Nita, Adriel, Karina, Tim, Kai, Lily, Josh, Harriet, Mervyn, Samuel, Mario headed to home club to drink. Then some of us cabbed over to Nita's friends place. They had us wait under the fucking block for hours, we started drinking dry gin out of boredom, before Tim, Nita and I headed to Cheers to buy instant noodles and mixers. I love gin.

The people are creeps, I swear. And probably boasting a lot. This one guy talked about his experience, titty fucking a girl on the highway in the middle of the night. I honestly wondered how he survived. He said he was accelerating all the way. Okay cool. Sausage fest.

We left the place at 5am because of "police raid alert", just after I fell asleep in an awkward position on the chair. I made them walk to Cheers to buy orange juice because I had a craving. I came home dressed like a crazy bitch. I had on 2 long tops and a cardigan, because of the cold. Wow.

My sister thinks I'm neurotic. My mood = unpredictable. I think I've got lot of work to do. Especially group work. I hope I don't get anyone in trouble if I do slipshod work (as usual).

All my plans to study....ALL GONE. I keep making plans with people on weekdays, thereby having to cancel all my studying hours. I honestly don't see the point in anything anymore. Fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.
What makes you think you're the only one hurting inside?