second day at SIM. much thanks to grace who helped us man the store (and sell alot of my stuff hee) while we were at psych lecture with the australian lecturer who mumbles to himself. such a waste because abnormal psych is actually really really interesting. and i have successfully diagnosed myself with quite a number of disorders. hurrah. anyway i like SIM. it's like this really cool (pun intended) place and i feel happy there because i'm anonymous to some extent. i dont school there. i dont know anyone (well). i can do whatever i want without anyone judging me. we spend long hours sitting at our stall during lull periods and just enjoy the open space, laugh with each other, rearrange our wares over and over again and pretend to study our food security notes. the money is also a big plus of course. hahah.
ok that aside. here comes pmsy emo screwed up part.
....anddddddddd i cant blog here so forget it. this post shall just remain as this as i go find someplace else to pour my heart out.
damn i hate pms. and i hate reading your words and remembering and that pang it gives me each time. i dont know how you do it but maybe i should take a leaf out of your book afterall.