The perfect words never crossed my mind,’cause there was nothing in there but you; I felt every ounce of me screaming out, But the sound was trapped deep in me; All I wanted just sped right past me,While I was rooted fast to the earth.
I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. vI Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math. I Failed Math.
I don’t think i’ll ever get sick and tired of saying that no matter how much i want to. FREAKING THIRTY SEVEN MARKS. It’s a fact of reality that has to sink in. Damn paper 4. Damn mechanics. Damn the food poisoning. Damn me. Damn the paper setter lecturer. What the hell is wrong with you torturing us like that. I’ll be praying and praying the average marks would be hell lower than my marks, which is practically impossible, but it wouldn’t hurt to pray right.
I also want to pray that my parents won’t freak out when they receive the damn letter.
I HATE MMMMAAAAAAATTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Sorry Miss Ida. I just hate it. :/
I wanted to blog about Horny Sally with Whip and Rathi and Kari and Loft and Wild Hogs and Hannibal Rising and the nice Meeting Point dinner, but Never Mind. Never Minddd.
And we canceled Luna cuz of Waxy. You bear that in mind! :)
p.s. I’m okay. Of course i am. I always am. I like my Bio A la. Bitchy but still, it’s Something. To compensate or something. Zzz x1000000.
