damn pissed. somehow i just feel like oozing all the pus and blood from my right third finger. (if you guys didn't know yet, well. i slammed it with a car door. yes. ouch.) i think i'm getting morbid. since when do i use pain as an avenue of release. well. now i guess.

i didn't mean for all of this to happen. i didn't mean to get hurt. i didn't mean to fall. and i'm sorry that i did. i know that you guys said those things as a form of caring for me. but well. i'm sorry that i didn't take it that way. like it's as if i'm not frustrated enough with my injuries? i don't need you guys to scold me further. i know this is sounding really childish and kiddish and all that. but. aiyah. i'm not going to give anymore excuses. if i'm childish and kiddish. then sorry that i haven't grown up. bleah.

and just thinking about tmr pisses me off. somehow. i know i'm supposed to be..respectful and be glad that i'm going to visit my grandpa's grave tmr. but i have to wake up at an insane time of 745am. and have stuff back to back all the way till 6pm. thank you yihui for choosing not to have cg at night. and i'm going with just my dad. which should be a gd thing cuz we get to spend time. but lately. it's been getting harder and harder. sigh.

and sunday. we have practise on horror of horrors sunday. i mean. well. yea i guess it is true that we spend almost every other day together. but like all my sundays are being eaten up. and diana's mum asked me to give tuition from 1230-130pm. every sunday. till like..indefinitely. then soccer's probably at like 330pm. ok. 2 hrs. i guess that would have to do right? i could have given u tuition any other day, at any other time. why sunday? are u making me choose God?

i'm tired. really really tired. in more ways than one. and i still have to get up at horrible 745am tmr morning. kill me.