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Monday. Many people seem to have the blues, but not me. Not today that is. And why?

Because I WAS FRIGGING LATE FOR MY CLASS AND THEREFORE HAD TO SKIPPED IT. heh.


Actually, i was late on purpose. Told the parents that class starts at 9am when it actually starts at 8. So i woke up at 7.30am and board the train at 8.15. While leaving the house, Bryant messaged me, asking me to help him sign his attendance since he was late too. What a joke man when i myself was late. Anyway, he reached earlier than me and offered to wait for me. BUT, i made him wait for an hour since i stopped at the wrong stop which is TYPICAL, good thing he ain't pissed with me. Well, if it were me, i'd prolly blow my top.

haha.

So since we're nearly 2hours late, we decided to skip the class altogether.

And the boys would proll make a ruckus since both Bryant and i were late together.

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The top part is obviously written in the morning, when i was cheery and all. BUT NOW, im feeling like crap. I feel like blowing my top big time and rage against everything. I know this is blown out of proportion but i can't help feeling mad. This is so bloody unreasonable. AND THAT'S WHY, this time, im counting to 10 and doing major breathing exercises to curb this unreasonable and misplaced temper of mine.

But anyway my dear friend, IF you have any problem with me, DO tell okay? It's not like im gonna eat you up or anything. And you were the one who told me that if there's anything, we should talk things out. But now i feel as though you're giving me the cold shoulders.

Have you found out what i wanted to keep? Have you found out that dreaded secret? I want to know. Because it's important to me. It's like you always want me to come to you, and now, im doing it. DADDY, PLEASE TALK TO ME.

and i really missed talking to you. and i missed all the conversations that we had.