my almost good day…

Had an almost good day today….

Went for my last day of CIP…. close to the end, it started raining cats and dogs so we could leave early… then went to town to meet chris…went to eat fish&co at wheellock cause that idiot hasn’t been there… then went to buy my slippers and a little something extra…

My god… it’s amazing how your family thinks you do everything on purpose… ok whether they do or do not, they sure make it sound like they do think that way. Yes, I deliberately failed my accounts paper… yeah, I know that my exam is coming up so I’m planning not to study. Fuck! I spent 5 years in secondary school failing… 2 years in ITE working hard, yeah, I’m really planning to fail in Poly. It’s a wonder how no one seemed to give a damn about me for the last 20 years and all of a sudden I’m getting ‘talks’ right, left and center in a month. All those years of being alone… why the sudden interest to step in… yeah yeah, I get that I’m being worried upon… thank you… thanks for letting me deal with all the shit in my life all these years and then decide to talk to me now. Maybe it’s because I seem EXTRA depressed of the suicidal rates…

so damn pissed…

all this stress and shit is draining me…

and they wonder why I keep going out…

geez… let me think…

I dread the next one week… i don’t want to stay at home… I don’t know how I am going to survive this week. What is it that they want from me? I am who I am… why don’t you guys understand…