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Just a few more weeks amanda. just a few more. The thought of O's being over makes me fucking ecstatic. After chemistry paper today, triana and i stayed back to study. While we went to the toilet, some tennis people were playing with water and they spilled it over my stuff unknowingly. Gloria went to tell them off and to my disgrace, she made them apologise. All of them came and stood in a straight row, one stood out and apologised for all. it was fucking embarrassing and i didnt even look at them. all i did was nod and walked off. =/ just imagine the scene. =/
So, i've been consuming a whole lot of panadols recently. It is just so adictive that if i dont take it, i get a major headache. I am so fucking reliant on it now. Fuck.
Those thoughts are supposed to be gone. Not back again. I repeat, again. I cant tell anyone, no one. I'm losing my mind.
♥ With love, Amanda