everytime i write, i feel like it is a waste of words
it's a pity i suck at life. parents are such peculier creatures. one minute you are laughing and having a geniune bonding moment and the next moment it turns againest you. i can't deal with people right now. we are horrid beings. seriously. the stuff we do is apalling. i do bad stuff too but i think it't time for reforms. and it all starts with burning down the academic factory [hey i can dream, can't i? then again, it would accomplish nothing...lesigh]. wish me luck for tomorrow; it's the big lifeguarding test!