- Gone for counselling.
AT SCHOOL. By a school counsellor. She said things ARE confidential. That's the way it goes. UNLESS she knows that I'm trying to harm myself, or I know someone who's gonna kill another idiot. What-ever. I still don't trust people with confidentiality. I mean, c'mon. After all that's happened to me? I'd be a fool to trust and be fooled again. Plus, I was REFERRED. By a teacher, no less. But who? I don't fucking know. And its bloody bugging me. Thus, the odds of her telling whoever that referred me whatever I said - possible. And sorry to say, but I just don't trust counsellors. School or not. If I can't trust friends, and even at the max - my own mother, or my best friends all over, from Singapore to Australia, what more a stranger that barely knows me?
- Visited Ngee Ann Poly.
Me. NOT EQUAL. To Crowds, Loud music, and NOISE! On a HOT afternoon! With objectives to do, and places to go. And with tons of thoughts all over in my head. What course to go for, what's the cut-off point, where is this, where is that, where do I go to, what's the time, where's my friends, am I lost, where the fuck am I. Then this LADY.. comes right in my friends' [myself included] faces and asks for an INTERVIEW. LIVE ON CAMERA. WTF?!
Do i SERIOUSLY look like the person to ACTUALLY interview? I mean c'mon. Migranes, questions, crowds, and friends who don't help you out of fucked up situations DON'T MIX. Especially with MEEEEEEE!!!!
Raah.
- Visited Uncle and Aunt C.
Had one HELL of a time. She actually had the BALLS to come up to me and say to my face "Don't take two cans of coke. Wait you don't finish it, it'll be wasted. Just take one, ok? Finish with this one, and feel like you want another, then you can take another one. Cos you know ah.. yesterday, all the people couldn't finish the coke, then they threw away half cans full of it."
If I could swear in her face to F.O. I fucking would. ME? Not finish a DAMNED can of COKE?!
MY mother has to keep me off the 1.5 litre bottle to stop me from finishing it all DURING lunch ALONE, and you're telling me you're afraid I can't finish a FUCKING CAN OF COKE?!
What the fuck I look like to you? Some angel who thinks drinking coke's a sin and should not be drunk unless there's no other alterative?!
WHAT THE FUCK!
I bloody had shandy at Uncle Ed's! Infront of my mom, my uncle, aunt, cousins, AND grandma! And a whole fucking lot of alcohol at almost all the youth gatherings at HQ!
And she's saying I can't finish a DAMN can of coke?!
What a bitch.
- Bothered Rach about everything and anything under the sun.
I'm sorry babe. Next time, just slap me if I keep going on and on and on about my problems of the week. You're NOT Aunt Agony, or my shrink, or some counsellor that's supposed to talk to me about all that.
And if I ever mention about the fucking class T again... just take a book and whack me on the head with it.
- THE CLASS T-SHIRT.
Designed AGAIN for the 3rd time in two weeks, my teacher disapproves, and the bunch of them DON'T LIKE THE DAMN IDEA.
WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF. W T F!!
I swear, I should just goddamn drop out of this fucked up school and go to ITE or something. The school stress is getting to me, and so is everything else that revolves around me.
Especially you.
Sighhh...
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