Haunter

i escaped from Zenith (ironically that was what you were suppose to do, but not literally) and went back to anglicanhigh again; i don't know why- i really never liked that school. it was such a dreary long four years that i had to put up with but still, friends made my life easier, much much easier. gosh, suddenly friends seem so important in my life but then stark beliefs inherently planted in me tells me that friends are but transient property not to mention the BFF myth, they walk into your life then they walk out of your life and if you are meant to find solace in each other they will somehow walk back into your life again. sometimes in unimaginable ways- like the example that luhuan cited about how you should not be so mean to someone or that person will re-enter your life as a maid and strangle/kill your child. laugh out loud, please. maid, boss, doctor, lawyer, priest...whatever, as long as there's this unfinished business, you will all meet again.

well, meeting up with friends was FUN. meant it from the bottom of my narrow heart (ha):

FRIENDS ARE GOOD.

rarrgh. im' so lost, lost in my stupid little mind, thinking of the countless, endless possibilities that might have lead to new consequences. this little thinking marathon is leaving my head hurting like nuts, not to mention the sleep deprivation has bestowed upon me eye bags and dark eye rings and the greatest curse of them all- zits. i seriously want to die lar. can't believe it. okay, no actually i can, but i dont want to. ugh, this thoughts in my head seems to be running wild and drifting further and i can't stop thinking. i guess the only way is to sleep.

please don't haunt me in my dreams.