Broken

YUAN, YOU LIED!! CRISS ANGEL DIDN'T TURN UP AFTER ALL.

[Are you Jean?]

School. Yuck. In 4 hours' time.

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:( :'( :( :'( :(

I don't think any number of sad smilies (what an oxymoron) will help.

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@9.29PM

School didn't turn out as badly as I thought it would. More school work piling up. Random dates and numbers drilled into my thick skull by friends and teachers - I can name you a few: 8 weeks to prelims, 128 days to O's (?), 151 days till end of O's...if I can recall correctly. I can't wait. I swear, the monotony of school life is going to kill me. Pfft.

In school my mind is half asleep. I feel numb, like the gears in my head aren't really turning anymore. Need to be oiled soon. I'm on autopilot. The VP has taken a liking to me - really? We got off on quite a bad start... Hmm. Hypocrisy.

Miss the hardcore drinking and sheesha sessions. Need to meet up with Jack/Johnnie soon!! Preferably at Haji Lane, where we can puff away on hookah pipes and let the scented smoke waft around and get into our heads. At this point of time, we will start downing shots because we are so hardcore. Good plan. Who's with me? This time we'll get Jack to come along cos I don't really fancy Johnnie anymore.

Man, I miss all my [non-schoolmates] friends. Yeah, that means you...

I wonder why we're all so self-destructive. To forget? Yes, probably... I wish I could forget too, sometimes.