The Ripped Soul

Its back to school. My life is hell. They keep on staring, the words keep on spreading. I'm not surprised if everyone knows already, looking at the no. of stares I keep receiving in class.

I'm lost in Accounts class cos I never got my basics right, I feel like I want to give up when I hear them all talk about tests and exams which they are setting up for us around the corner.

Friends? Its as good as none. The chinese clique hardly talk to me, all except for one.. its one of those stories where.. the third party got involved and the other one got forgotten. But hey, whatever. Who needs friends who talk about you in a differnt dialect just so you don't understand?

I don't really like my mates. I hate my teachers except my FT and as for now, my El teacher is pretty fine with me. Its a different one, by the way. Hopefully it stays that way. I don't want to go back to her. EVER. Not for this year. No friggin' way.

Till then, I'm still the same. I'm the prisoner chained with the iron balls tugging at the ankles of my feet.

Pray that '06 goes by fast.