Missing the Sharks it seems like i'm rotting on my bed. i would really give anything to do something useful this holidays. everyones working and out. any part time work? look for me. anything. really. i'm really bored at home. i even resorted to packing my room for a whole 3 days then packing my cousins'. going to the library alone.

maybe i dont hate the editing lab and the crazy hours that much.

i want back my sharks.

the fish is getting fat and unfresh.

and totally not confident of anything anymore if i keep staring at the computer screen reading none-existance updates. doing things that i do only to please my parents and waste my time.. like go genting, when i'm too old for the themepark and too young for the casino, for 4 days. then christmas is here and the holidays over.

somehow this holidays feels like a drag. can school start again please?
so i dont feel like a old unwanted piece of rag.

ireallyhatebeingalone.
soon i'll be a dead fish. cos i'm gonna jump out of the tank of still water soon.  ¶ 12:07 AM