Saturday, November 14

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

i hate camps. i rly do. Always, as much as i hate it, i still have to go. my mother is not a cool one. sucks. why am i not slping ah? tmwr wake up at, eh, idk. shit. i need to call emelia to ask. wl, childish games, heavy bag, stupid food, hard floor, f-ed up bathing system, idiots stupid cheers, boring talks. i wished you have died so that i can stop this addiction. god also cant save me. i have decided, up to you to accept. too bad. what time now man.

): i am like not aslp. ): -3.30am shit