we are all born mad. some remain so.

count down to doomsday: 8 days

guess why my blog's so boring nowadays? cos its the june holidays. besides, everyone's mugging now.

the thought of sitting down there for hours, TOTAL concentration, make me feel like crying. i dunno why i haf this fear... this feeling just makes me whimper like a freaked out kitten. and the tears are for real.

others will go like, "oh no! i haven't touched this! havent touched that!" blah blah blah. they all turn out to be high flyers.
i can't trust them anymore.

geog is 8 days away. and im barely scratching on lit... wassup wif me!!!!

issit im hopeless? or wad? where has my previous enthusiasm for mugging gone?

im hopeless.

a song that is spinning in my ears all day long.

simple plan- addicted

I heard you're doing okay
But I want you to know
I'm a dick
I'm addicted to you
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?

I tried to make you happy but you left anyway

I'm trying to forget that
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker

Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
I'm still a dick
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true
I'd run a thousand miles to get you
Do you think I deserve this?

I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could
Just to keep you
But you left anyway

How long will I be waiting?
Until the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waiting
I can't make you mine

Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you