The End is Always a New Beginning to Something

today is suppose to be a happy day, but im not.

all because of those SMSes.

for the first time, my tears rolled down my face in public  (thank god i was at a corner of Burger King’s eating my burger and fries).

for the first time i didnt feel like going home, for i dread i would see their faces.

do they not know how i feel? do they not know what i want? f**k, i dont even know what i want, obviously they dont.

quote: your wings are not strong enough. she needs more nursing milk from us.

f**k. im not a kid. i may not make the best decisions (like maybe going into Mass Comm was a mistake), but this is my life. i hold responsible for my decisions. didnt i survived the f**king three years in NP?

a little bit longer and ill be fine.