Yea, I agree. Perhaps, its all to early.

Moving on to today's updates.
Had religious class this morning. TheUstazah didn't come again. Ohwell, so much of a crap, I didn't talk much with them today. I had a intolerable sore throat(and myohmy, my SYF is only a reach away. *ohm. ohm. ohm. take me to the healthy land. hurrrr-yy up.*) Dad's honey drink last night really does work. A sector of my flames, flows down, and I feel a lot better. How-ever, the pain urge back at nighttttt. Lordddd, at that very hefty moment, I just want to scream, and let the pain soree even more. Its very infecting sore that I got from Selena. Owhh.

The weekend has been lousy since I had this sore throat till he-knows-who talk with me every night(a big thank you, I owe you. And I also, really was looking forward to our first real-life talk.) My lappy has been all crappy lagging, got a yell from Selena(oh, it doesn't pay to be kind, sometimes), I skipped ChoirSectionalPractice on Saturday last night because of some unreasonable people who just won't understand one's words andddd that I did a whole not-supposed-to-do thing hours past. Whartt a weekend-to enjoy.
Yea right, great. SYF is merely 3days from now. MYE is brimming my pressure. My throat have yet to cure. Superbly great. So great that I feel like jumping down the high-storey building and went coma for the rest of my sophomore year and only wake up in Year3 of next year. I don't give an edging care about what great incidents that might take over me. I just couldn't bare to live with eyes witnessing of what's I'm ruining.

Who am I to turn to right now? I don't want to be alone. Well, perhaps, for the good.