everyone says that childhood is the most innocent, most pure, most fun time of everyone's life. i think otherwise. i dont know whether school is more stressful, or holidays are. in school, faced with countless pieces of papers with so much blank space, in stark comparison with at home, feelings changing tirelessly, one moment, i can feel happy, next i can be desolate, despodent, rejected, emotional. why? im compounding stress on myself, no doubt. im stressing myself over the least likely things to be stressed about, but yet, i have no control. bullshit, if they staying at home is the least stressful, i think watching a movie, playing lan, is much better than being cooped up at home. wouldnt want to elaborate anymore.


Why must somethings happen to me.
things that i cant control
but yet affect me so diversely
these things
are god sent
but yet do not reflect
the sender's image.


43 more days.