Events.
you cant understand how much im dreading going back to that goddamned place- no where else, but school. the thought of it just makes me wanna kill myself already. urghh.
netball carnival's coming up soon. im not prepared. neither physically nor mentally. what's more, 9 whole hours under the sun. the sun can be a real bitch sometimes..[ wf! come back on the 18! we need you for the carnival!! :]
and there's still the 3d thingy i have to prepare for. i hate organising. HATE.HATE. just for the simplest fact that i cant organise for nuts. perfect plans always somehow get ruined.
I try to run,
I try to flee
...but you can't run from reality
I try to run,
to run away
...no use to call 999
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