novena

I'm probably gonna die very badly once someone from rag sees this post. But anyway, I'm here at Novena Square, sitting alone in Burger King with my laptop. I've already done what I have to do, so I don't really have any reason to be here. But yeah, I'm running away from rag.

I don't wanna go back and see gloomy and stressed faces. Ok well, rag is coming, and we haven't finished. But still... I place my sanity of higher importance than anything else, as selfish as it may sound. Everytime I go back, I end up falling into depression. I think it's the general atmosphere. Or maybe it's the starch. I realise that it may not necessarily be a good thing to know someone better. Sometimes what you see on the surface is probably better than what's underneath. It's sad, but the closer I get to certain people and the more I see the other sides of their personality, the more I realise I can't get along with them and just wanna get as far as away from them as possible. I know that as a friend you're supposed to accept your friend's flaws but I can't go on if these things keep cropping up every day. I can't be there for you and you and you all the time.

And to add to my troubles, I still have yet to settle my SEP stuff. The office gave me another 2 days to do my things, which I'm really grateful for. But tmr is freaking flag day, so 1 day is gone already.

I think I've said it before, but I can't believe I gave up 2 months of my hols for school. I'm starting to wonder if it was worth it. I could've gone to work and at least earn myself some money instead of having to scrounge for any available cash, and still have to spend my own money for meals at rag.

I feel like I'm trying to salvage whatever I can of my hols. I've always wanted to wander around unfamiliar places, and sit somewhere by myself. I guess I like being alone sometimes haha. And so far I'm having fun where I am. I think this has done wonders for my mood, which was previously very bad. And I don't wanna go back lalala.

I can't decide if I'm happy or sad.

And I wished no one knew of the existence of this blog.

Pfft it's 3pm already. Guess I have to go back soon sighhhh. All I wanna do is sleep. Or stay here. Anything that doesn't have to do with rag.

Are we all the same behind the frame
Beneath the glass and fake last names?