Hmmm...suicide. That's interesting.
I’m so pissed I could cut my hair with whatever I could get my hands on. Lots of plates I must re-execute for my 199 class but this cmputer’s really relly slow and crppy it cant even type O’s nd . Fuck it. Nevermind. Its tking me hours and I hven’t done nything t all. The man beside me’s so irritated with the cmputer too, he’s cursing like mad and is hitting the desk violently, that he mde my books fll to the grund…as if it made things esier…that chimp. Yes he’s still beside me nd the hell if he cn red my entry. My nose itches like crazy, f.y.i. I sneezed eight times in class and consumed 3 Joy pop-ups in tht clss alone. My classmates were lready staring at me like I have Aids. My eyes are as heavy as the books I crry, nd those books by the way re to help me find a thesis problem but ironically, there isn’t a single idea in my head yet. I don't know wht's left of my depleting brain.I have to learn Hypermedia by myself because our friggin teacher disppered, leaving me with an INC and without a single piece of informtion bout the program she supposed to hve tught us. I must tke a removal exam. I miss my friends. They must hve thought that i've forgetten them or smething. I want to go to Pasig. I miss my boyfriend. I’m tired, Im stressed, my hair is…undefinble… It’s only Tuesday, but I cn see that by tomorrow, I’ll be broke. I have a pper t do. I'm a delinquent student nd my prents must think i'm ungrateful, but i'm not relly. Fuck this shop. And my runny nose.
Well, okay. Not my nose. That’ll hurt.
Well, okay. Not my nose. That’ll hurt.