cranky.

mothers do know their children best.

the moment i walked through the door into the living room, my mom asked if i was ok.

which is really weird cos i thought my face was pretty much expressionless. i told her i was tired and she's like "sure or not. your face so black"

yikesss. my mom can read my mind.

so anyway, it's another bad case of pms. or probably some pre-exam symptoms where my mood goes on a rollercoaster ride and sometimes even i myself wonder why i'm feeling the way i'm feeling.

oh well.

and when this happens i pretty much retract into my shell cos talking to pple becomes a chore.

SIGHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh.

or maybe i'm just depressed cos it's my last exams EVER. no more academic worries for the rest of my life.







nah, that can't be it.

or maybe just the thought of having to work depresses me. i mean, the notion of school life being easier than working life might be over-generalized, but i'm sure there's some hint of truth in it.

SIGHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. the future looks bleak. so bleak that the light at the end of the tunnel is like, non existence.

ok i'm being a drama queen, but that's what pms do to me.

and i don't feel like studying AT ALL, even though my 5 modules are hardly anywhere near finish, not even first round can.

somebody kill meeeeeeeee.