old wounds hurts most.

greetings, bitches.

Today is 'blog about my day' day. Courtesy of someone someone :D

So I went to school at 10 today, Didn't have enough sleep, but I only had Moral paper only at 1.
So we were studying in the library until Jeric came, talked an hour long about bullshit, then they went to smoke in Zul's car. pathetic. :)

Later during my Moral exam, i was sleeping in class, and that bitchteacher wrote my name in the observation sheet. complaining about my behaviour. But then again, I couldn't be bothered.

The paper was 2 hours long. It was already the end of school, went up to get Renee. Ate at the primary, where we got yelled at some bitchfuck security guard.As if the primary is like sacred. go die la. -.-

Duckie was feeling so down today, she might have put on a brave face and plastered a smile on her cheeks,but all i could see was that unexplainable sadness in her eyes. & I don't know which hurts most, knowing she's feeling deprived or the fact that i couldn't do anything to make her feel any better.

So to all you haters out there,The sooner realize that noone can ever be as perfect as you want them to be, the better.
& if you have a problem with someone, you hold it to yourself.

Grow up, get the fuck off of her back and goodnight.

Gavin`signing out.