i had a bad dream.
the whole day, my mom was scolding me for no reason. it was only later when i reached home that i forced her to tell me why. it was arcane; it had something to do with zips. i shall not elaborate. after i found out why, i dropped a glass and slightly bled from the pieces. my mom wasn't doing much but my dad picked them up, which is never the case in real life.
i woke up and started to cry. now, i hardly ever mention crying and tears because i think it's a flaw; a weakness. i know i was crying because i thought i was still in my dream but was it because i am depressed? or stressed... .... either way, it's the same thing. i stopped soon enough though, crying is not good in the morning. it's never good. it's a falliability which presents you vunerable to the world and this exploits you for its own good.
perhaps i am still dwelling on my prelims, but it's so difficult not to! i would like to ask, have you done as badly as me? do you know what i feel when i go to school, look at my classmates, look at my teachers, look at myself, look at my friends? no, you don't and you never will.
dear blog, i'm so sorry for raving into your face. you could never feel what my emotions bring, nor could you ever hope to. that would be too frightening.
back again? i may never come back again, because something has irreparably changed me. it will keep changing me till i leave school, each day faster and harder.
i've realised something else, this blog is too much about me, isn't it?
