The Ripped Soul

Crap lah. Went for counselling. AGAIN. My EL tchr is wondering what's wrong with me and why I keep on going for counselling sessions. Asked the class earlier and some joker replied that I'm all out on killing the teachers, that's why I have to go for counselling. Buddies said the look on his face was priceless. What a sight to miss. Damn.

But its nice. To get away from class and all just to sit there with an adult, and talk. And let her listen. Let it be frustrations, grudges, bad experiences.. whatever. Its like, its better to share these kinda things with her than my buddies in class. Or my best friends.

She reads me like a bloody book. Pieces me up perfectly just like a jigsaw puzzle.

But I can tell she's getting a little too overworked with me. Haha. I must be too problematic.

She offered to close my file today, but she said that she'd like to see me for more sessions cos.. she felt I still had so many things deep within me that could affect my course of studies. SO YES. I have to see her again..

Not that its a chore..

But there's homework for counselling as well...... urcks.

And the class t-shirt? Christ. My own friend just backstabbed me in the face today. Was talking in nepalese saying that the designs I had were too.. boyish. Not feminine. She wanted something more girly...

Wtf lah..

Someone let me just DIE please..?