It's either I'm being sensitive or it's the truth.
Being alone isn't really a bad thing after all. I get to think, think about everything, I get to talk to God.
I come to school, I talk a lil bit, then when I talk again nobody listens... -sigh- Everyone I talk to is like at the other end of the classroom, the people around me are like the ones who only talk to their own people or ask about work. Work, work, work. SUX2BME. It's really hard to be me, and it's tiring.
What am I here for?
I used to know what I was here for. Now, I've completely no idea...
My freaking class have only 17 crappy people. Pathetic 17! It's so small, I thought it would be SO bonded, but I under estimated it. Apparently, with people who think that they're so kewl by sitting right in front doing nothing for the class, spoilt the whole shit. My class is COMPETITIVE TTM, I SWR. ESP WITH Y'KNOW WHO...
I seriously rather the teachers throw her up to Express than to come into this class. OMG...
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